Monday, May 06, 2013
I was so proud of myself today. I left work on time, came home exhausted, and promised myself a 30-minute nap if I would get up and go for a short run before a meeting I had tonight.
I did it! Three miles -- just "around the block," but it was enough to get my heart rate up and legs moving. Unfortunately, my legs were moving ... ahem ... against each other. Crazy chafing! And I thought, "How could you let yourself get like this, that the red shorts you stole from your husband -- and thus are nice and long -- hike up enough that your thighs are rubbing together so badly?? Shame on you!"
So I shamed myself into running hard the whole way, without an iPod.
When I got home, I went to throw my workout clothes in the hamper and saw... the red shorts I thought I was wearing. Turns out, I was wearing these short ones from the bottom of the drawer that I haven't been able to wear in a while. Not that they fit or that I would purposely wear them again before I drop some LBs, but at least it wasn't as bad as I initially thought.