Right now I am sitting in my gym shirt. It smells. I ran 115 flights of stairs in it to today if that gives you a clue.
I’ve been in this shirt for three hours after my workout now.
I’m not sure why this gross phenomenon is taking place. I’m a clean person. I swear. I use Clorox and Spray N Wash like nobodies’ business. That is why this weird occurrence is so puzzling to me.
Am I staying in this shirt because I like the smell of my sweat mixed with my deodorant, knowing I pushed my body to a limit where it could actually produce this smell? No. At least I hope not. That’s gross.
Is it because I feel like wearing this shirt will make me more productive? Apparently not…writing this seems to prove that.
Is it because I wanted to show this awesome picture my roommate took of me a few minutes ago? Big no.
So why can’t I change out of this shirt? Why? I changed out of my workout pants. I’m in jeans for crying out loud. But nope…this shirt stayed put.
Too much information? Yeah, I thought so too…I’m not really sure why I felt the need to discuss this disgusting fact with the blogging world.
Don’t worry. I’m disgusted too.
I’ve been in this shirt for three hours after my workout now.
I’m not sure why this gross phenomenon is taking place. I’m a clean person. I swear. I use Clorox and Spray N Wash like nobodies’ business. That is why this weird occurrence is so puzzling to me.
Am I staying in this shirt because I like the smell of my sweat mixed with my deodorant, knowing I pushed my body to a limit where it could actually produce this smell? No. At least I hope not. That’s gross.
Is it because I feel like wearing this shirt will make me more productive? Apparently not…writing this seems to prove that.
Is it because I wanted to show this awesome picture my roommate took of me a few minutes ago? Big no.
So why can’t I change out of this shirt? Why? I changed out of my workout pants. I’m in jeans for crying out loud. But nope…this shirt stayed put.
Too much information? Yeah, I thought so too…I’m not really sure why I felt the need to discuss this disgusting fact with the blogging world.
Don’t worry. I’m disgusted too.
6 comments:
Ahhhh...the face a mother loves.
I'm not really sure why you're still in your shirt. Could it be you look good in gray? I'll bet that's why. Or, maybe it's because you're out of clorox and spray and wash and clean clothes? Maybe it's because you're going to go work out again?
Mom does that mean only you could love that face I am making? Thanks :)
Also I wish all those reasons where why I was still in my shirt even 2 hours after I wrote this. Unfortunately not.
I'm glad you still love me...even when I am gross.
I've been thinking about this. Perhaps it is your way of marking your territory like the primates do? Perhaps people are coming in too close to you, so this is your way to ward them off.
I'll keep thinking on this.
Oh no. I LOVE your face.
I think you're gross... only because you're wearing clean jeans and a dirty shirt. You either have to be all one or the other. Not both. I like the picture. I love the head band. Who gave that to you?
Cali
Actually Cali...my jeans were dirty. Laundry day. I get more and more disgusting by the moment.
Thanks for the headband!
I think its the sense (or scents) of accomplishment. If you had taken the shirt off, you might have forgotten about your accomplishment of a kazillion flights of stairs - at least until you couldn't get out of bed the next morning because you were so sore.
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