Always be prepared….

If I had been a Boy Scout I may have learned this lesson by now.

Running, jogging, wogging is an all new challenge for me. I have never liked it. BUT I am hell bent on revenge in May so I am making myself do it. I do however workout a lot in many other forms. Zumba is one. In truth I am a Zumba instructor and teach classes three nights a week after working my real job. I consider this as part of my cross-training for wogging.

Somedays I barely get off work in time to  get to class.  So I have started packing my bag of workout clothes and bringing it into work with me so I can change before I leave. You know, being prepared. Most days I have been getting out of work early enough to actually drive home change, eat and then get to class. Until this past Tuesday…..

There are many fires burning around the Inland Northwest area. All the smoke moved into my beautiful city on Saturday. Having asthma and allergies it has been a struggle to breathe and quite honestly think.  This is how it played out Tuesday:

I packed my bag. I decided that I would pack the skort I haven’t worn for years (you know, powerful chaffing thighs and all). With that plan I also packed my Body Glide for Her in my bag along with shoes, good bra, and wicking shirt.

The parking lot is being repaved at work so I have to park way out in the boondocks. The long walk in the smokey air is not a fun thing. I decide that I will move my car at lunch when the early shift goes home so I am closer and will bring my bag in with me then.

Lunchtime rolls around and I am still struggling for air in my lungs. I am not going outside for that long walk until I absolutely have to. I have plenty of time.

Work runs long. I punch out at 5:45 PM. Then visit with my boss and another co-worker about their ailing mom. I glance at the clock 6! It is 6 already! Class starts at 6:15 and it takes 13 minutes to get there from here. Yikes! I still have to walk the long walk to my car because I didn’t move it at lunch like I usually do. Oh boy!

I get to my car. I drive slightly faster than usual. I run into the gym and yell ‘I am here, I have to change’ because I didn’t bring my bag in with me like I usually do.

I rush to the bathroom and realize that I packed a skort, a SKORT!! What was I thinking my thighs will be chapped by end of class. Suddenly I see the Glide stick!! Oh yeah, I forgot! So I open it up and begin to rub it on. Not thinking about how hot is has been in the car all day. So it comes off in white chunks. Big white chunks. I use my hand to try to rub it in. I have to use it. And the stuff is quite pricey so I don’t want to waste it. It goes on like deodorant and is sticky at first. Today it went on like Crisco with evidence everywhere.

Teaching class with two white streaked inner thighs and one sticky hand. Lesson learned. I was happy that I at least remembered to pack my underwear this time. It has happened.

Always be prepared. There is a reason they teach this.

2 comments

  1. neveradullbling · August 6, 2015

    Heehee, too funny! BTW, I think wogging is much easier than Zumba. Zumba kicks my butt every single time, and I love aerobics! You should have no problem getting your revenge!! 🙂

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  2. Sue-Ann · August 7, 2015

    I giggled, sorry but the mental picture 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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