Debra and I have made it a really great habit of going to the gym almost every morning (pat on the back, thanks)… usually, getting ready for the gym is seamless…I pop on a cute and comfy workout outfit, throw my hair in a pony, brush my teeth and run out to meet Debs at her car… except today wasn’t like that. Seriously, ALL of my laundry is downstairs waiting to be cleaned. aka, NO underwear, NO socks.. NO workout gear.

If any of you saw what I had to wear to the gym this morning you would never be my friend again.

So I have like, 3 minutes to meet Debra and I’m running around trying to figure out what to wear.

I had no choice but to scrounge through the dirty laundry pile in my closet and chose these skin tight black capris that have been sitting in there for a very, very long time. Every time I put them in the hamper I make a concerted effort to shove them down at the bottom, just so I don’t do what I did this morning.

Then, I was so freakin hot- couldn’t get myself to put a tee shirt on– I chose to pair the dirty capri’s with an over sized, stretched out teal, waffle tank top that I wore to bed last night! EW! It was all dilapidated and looked like it had been worn for a year straight. So gross, I know.

Socks? None that were clean.. all of mine were in the bottom of the hamper, down in the basement (near the wash) and so I had to wear Jordan’s. His foot is like twice as large as mine, and so the heel of the sock was like, up around my ankle… flopping around… Looked like I had white scrunchies around my ankles. awful.

When it came time to put my stylish ensemble together I realized.. underwear. crap…

Underwear? Where are you?! Isn’t there one little random pair hiding in my tee shirt draw? One that fell behind my dresses? A pair that got stuck in a shoe? (you never know..).. but, No? Nothing… 1 minute till I have to meet Debs. I’m down to the wire…

And that’s when I looked over… at Jordan’s underwear drawer. It looked back at me as if to say, “I dare you…” I swear I heard Charriots of Fire playing in the background. I stared at the underwear and the underwear stared right back.

I approached the undergarments with hesitation, and then suddenly realized what time it was. It was GO time. That’s when I just went for it.

I’ve never worn something so … full? These puppies literally came half way up my back, up around my belly. I felt like I was wearing a full coverage girdle. I felt like someone was constantly hugging my butt. There was SO MUCH UNDERWEAR. This was a special pair I bought him to go under his swim trunks (sorry Jordan, I’m giving away all your secrets)… ultra body hugging, ultra coverage. No room for slipppage, slidage. you get the point?

So there I was, stylin’ in baggy manties with a huge wasitband, dirty, tight capris, an over sized waffle tank top, huge socks, and running shoes. I’ve never felt so unattractive and uncomfortable. in my life. It was like going into your closet and putting one of every horrible thing on… and wearing it whilst running.

Running on a treadmill has never been so weird. My workout took second place, while I constantly focused on the HUGE waist band, which was riding up my back, I could swear it hit my shoulderblades, and full butt coverage kept bunching up inside my tight black capris. There was excess material in the front as well, which kept squinching up and getting in my way. It was an awful scene.

I recommend that none of you ever try to wear the briefs of your Boyfriend or Husband.. to the gym. or ever, really.

With all of that having been said, I still have yet to go down and do a load of laundry- you’d think that experience taught me a lesson. Instead I sit here, on my laptop, making fun gym outfits via polyvore. A girl’s gotta dream. If I had done it right, this is what I would have worn to the gym. (oh Shut up, I love those sneaks)