I tried out my planned Tri-outfit yesterday.
See. The plan was solid.
Go to the gym, swim in the outfit, hop out, towel off, head to spin class with SpeeDee.
The thing is: Life is in the Details.
black two piece sport bathing suit
borrowed black tri shorts that are a little see through
borrowed Happy Birthday shirt... white... size XS.
I'm so NOT a size XS. More of a "could wear a small if my assets didn't demand a medium or large" kind of girl.
Put this outfit together and it's pretty cute, right? I was pleasantly surprised to be honest with you. Yeah. Feeling good. Feeling Boss. Wicked even...
Hopped in the pool. Swam a perfect 300m time trial. Had 9 seconds to spare (it's a pool swim, seed time accuracy v/ important). Swam another 500m to round it out.
Hop out of pool. Notice the guy taking his swim lesson does a double take so I pulled the shirt down a little, incase it had ridden up, and walked into the locker room, dry off, go into gym to do PT while I wait for SpeeDee.
I had to walk through the weight room to get to the spot tucked in the corner where I like to do my PT.
Me = More than a little damp
Weight room = air conditioned.
Occupants = 100% male.
White Technical Shirt = Transparent
High Beams = ON.
Damn, I left my headlights on...
I will say this. Spin class was WICKED yesterday. Got so high about 30 minutes into class that I started to giggle... seriously. I'm sorry to the serious people working out in that class. I didn't mean anything by it... I was just high. And, since we're all about the details here, headlights on ALL through spin class too.... nearly obscene. nearly.