This morning all my running shorts were dirty. A week of hanging out with the grandkiddos left my laundry at the bottom of the priority list-and the closet. So standing in my closet in my underwear, I thought I could use this as an excuse to skip the run. But no, five weeks to go until the Warrior Dash and I knew it would bite me in the ass. So what to do. Over 80 degrees already at 6:45 AM, so I scrounged through my drawers and found my bikini bottoms. Well, that's a dilema. I might offend someone running in my bikini bottoms. I decided I don't care.
I ran in my bikini bottoms and a tank top over my sport's bra. Awesome. I may never run in my shorts again.
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Maybe if you keep doing it, your neighbors will get used to it and start waving again, eh? :)
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