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This morning I was planning on getting up uber early, getting to the gym, running and lifting and then grabbing a Starbucks on the way to the office.  At 5:30, when my alarm went off, I decided it was best to snooze for 45 minutes and just run around the neighborhood.  That way I could sleep in a bit longer, and maybe get to work a bit earlier.  Being a chronic morning dilly-dally-er, I can tell you that only one of those goals was accomplished.

When my alloted snoozing time had passed, I checked my iPhone to see what the temperature was outside.  Would it be a tights or shorts morning I wondered?  Most definitely tights seeing as it was 39 degrees out.  Have no fear, I love cold weather running.  I got myself dressed and decided I should wear this new white slim fit running shirt underneath my long sleeve shirt, just for extra warmth.

About a block into the run I realized the under shirt was unnecessary.  Not because I was hot, but because it was almost the same material as my tights and therefore continued to ride up above my belly button every half block or so.  Annoying.  Once I was a couple miles in and I was good and warm, I decided to maneuver the shirt off.  I didn’t want to carry it the rest of the way, so I tucked it in the back of my rights, sorta like a cape.  About a half mile later, I reached back to check on the cape, and realized it wasn’t there.  Great.  I turned around, retraced my steps thinking it had fallen out somewhere and I would have no trouble finding it.

Never saw the dang thing.  And in my mind I was thinking, this figures because I just bought the shirt last week and this was it’s inaugural wear.  After I crossed the point of where I took the shirt off, I gave up and headed back for the house.  When I got there, I let Rocky out and did some crunches in the grass while he was releasing the two eggs I gave him for breakfast (because I was too lazy to get dog food at the store last night).  After the crunching, I grabbed the hindside of my hamstrings in an attempt to pull myself up.  Whoooaaaaaaaa, Nelly, why is my right hamstring HUGE?!?!?!

I guess my rear was so numb from the cold that it couldn’t feel the shirt slink its way down my tights to my leg.  I only wonder how many people in cars I frightened today with my unusually enlarged hamstring?

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