TRI-OUTS

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.

Details like...
black two piece sport bathing suit
borrowed black tri shorts that are a little see through
borrowed Happy Birthday shirt... white... size XS.

Details like...
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.

So.

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...

(shudder)

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.