I wouldn't be me without one final faux pas. Remember Cathy's post about locker room etiquette? Well, all day yesterday I was running around. I got to work late, ran errands, stopped at home and rushed off to the gym. I didn't pack any towels because I already have them packed up for the Tri & had planned to rent a towel when I got to the Y. (You can see where this is going.) I misplaced my membership card and had to have them look me up in the computer so I guess that distracted me. My knee has been hurting so I went upstairs to ride the bike for a few easy miles and loosen it a bit. Then I jumped in the pool, at which point I realized I had no towel. (Expletive) So what! I figured, things may not go exactly as planned Sunday and I may have to improvise. There I was standing, yes butt naked, in front of the wall mounted dryer in the ladies locker room using a cotton tank top as a towel. Two spanish speaking ladies walked in and did a double take when they saw me air drying my nakedness. I'm not sure what they said to each other, but I think it translates into, "crazy white girl."
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