We all have them.
Some are good days, some are Mondays.
Yesterday was a Monday for me. I was not totally with it…. living in recovery mode after a very hot and busy weekend. I’ll get to that in a moment. Anyhoo…
Monday. I woke up on time but my brain was all sludgy. I drank coffee, took a shower and got dressed. My work clothes are comfortable. The outfit I chose is one I’ve worn before and I know how it feels on my body. So… I get dressed and head out to work. For the next 3+/- hours I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out why. Do you ever just feel uncomfortable? Like everything is outta whack but you can’t put a finger on the cause? Yeah. Well.
After being at work for 3+/- hours, attending a meeting, and coming across many people, I took a much needed potty break. And you will never guess what I discovered?
The reason for my discomfort. Holy shit.
My flippin’ underwear was on backwards.
How in the world did I manage to do that? With women’s undies (as most of you know), it’s pretty dang easy to tell front from back… even without a tag.
So there I was. 3+/- hours of discomfort, sitting in the bathroom… taking off my shoes then my pants then my undies so I could properly dress… or rather, redress, myself.
Okay, moving on now.
This past weekend Coach participated in the he-man pissing contest. The 2014 American Powerlifting Association Texas State Championships. AKA Texas He-Man Pissing Contest.
The event was held in Brownsville – about an hours drive from home. The “facility” was akin to a grain mill… corrugated aluminum on a wood frame. It was nice, don’t get me wrong. It was rather cool & industrial looking and had a good feel to it. But … big but here… no A/C. None. Nada. And it was 107 degrees that day.
In contrast to that,the motel we stayed in was so incredibly cold! I can’t believe I’m saying this… it was too cold. Staying at this particular hotel did confirm one universally known fact…
Gideon forgot his bible. It was there… next to the bed
I was beyond hot. Far beyond any temperature that I should’ve subjected myself to. The beast was on a rampage. But it was Coach’s big day and I couldn’t not be there. Silly I know. I had to be there.
And I paid for it. I’m still paying for it.
I’ll do it again.