When the "Gray Area" becomes Grey...

I got a wild hair and have signed up for the Aramco Houston Half Marathon. {Pause for everyone to take a moment to let it sink in, re-read b/c you are sure you read it wrong the first time, and then react with a "WHAT!?!}

I started the Couch 2 5k on Monday... yes... again... for like the fifth time... Last night Bambi and I decided to run together so we could catch up. {NOTE: run = walk/run - don't get too excited}

We did the loop at Memorial Park, and I did well. Bambi told me so, therefore it is real. Plus, my Couch 2 5k app has Jillian Michael's voice, and she told me I did great. You know it's true when Jillian says it!  Seriously, have you watched Biggest Loser? That woman is a screamer. She was very laid back and low key on my app, so I must be really good at it.

I am so excited because with all my weight loss I look cute in workout clothes now. Granted, not as cute as that stupid ho running in a sports bra, tight daisy duke-type running shorts and her six pack... but who is judging anyway?

Anyhoo, I found a pair of capri workout pants on the Target clearance aisle for $6.99. AWESOME! I was wearing them last night and I have to say I love them. Comfy... cute... go with everything... hide the jello jigglers on my body... I heart them.

After our run in the dead heat of Houston (oh I know y'all are sweating just reading about it), Bambi and I were soaking wet. Blech! Of course, that didn't stop us from heading over to Luke's Ice House to partake in their Texas Thursdays and have some $4 Texas vodka.

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So, we pull on up to the bar. I get out and happen to look down. Seriously!?! No, really.... Seriously!? It looks like I peed my pants. My crotch area is totally soaked... TOTALLY! I freak out and tell Bambi I don't think I could go in. She poo-poo's me and says that I worked out so of course I am sweaty. I do like my cocktails, so I decide to just go along with it. Of course, I still whined about it on the walk into the bar.

Then, Bambi gives me the kicker. She says something that just blows my mind (yet in hindsight, probably should have been obvious)! "Black is the only color that doesn't show the sweat."

Well, (enter explicit here), I guess I shouldn't have worn gray capris in the Houston heat... while running-ish. CRAP!

Today's Lesson: No matter how cute you think you look, you still look like you peed your pants.