6/20/08 What's That Saying About Pride Cometh Before A Fall?

So I was at the gym last night, doing my cardio like a good little Quirk, when I decided to change things up and do the exercise bike for a while. (I usually treadmill or elliptical, but I figured it would be easier to read my magazine if I was sitting down). So I do my 40 minutes on the bike, and as I'm headed back to the locker room, heads are turning to watch me! Yeah buddy! I've still got it! Look at everyone looking! That guy even stopped talking to his buddy to watch me! Heehee! I KNEW all this stupid cardio would pay off eventually! I am smokin'!

I was feeling pretty good about all my obvious hotness; so good in fact that I stopped by the full length mirror in the locker room to admire myself. And that was about the time I saw the giant sweat stain on my butt from the bike seat. A very large, very dark spot, showcasing nicely on my light grey yoga pants. It honestly looked like I had just wet myself. A lot. And then paraded around the gym. So much for my hotness.

Even better, I had left my change of clothes in the car, so I had nothing to change into. I ended up having to dry my butt with the locker room hairdryer before I would venture back out in public. (If you've never had to blow dry your butt before, let me tell you, it is the epitome of coolness).

To recap: looked like I peed myself, had to blow dry my butt in public. That's enough to knock anyone's hotness down a couple of notches.