So I was dragging my heels this morning, literally, as I crawled out of bed - one eye still sealed shut with gooey "sleep" I'd accumulated overnight. Rummaging through my dresser drawers I yelled to my husband, who was on his way out the door, to tell me what the weather was like.

"Looks kind of chilly" - which meant shorts were nixed. Shorts being the only item of clothing I could see out of the one eye that wasn't still glued shut.

Being too lazy to go to my patio to ascertain for myself what the most appropriate running attire might be, I decided capri joggers were the safest compromise.

So I grabbed the first pair of "comfy" undies I could find, slipped on the pants, threw on a t-shirt and hoodie and moved to the washroom to do something about my hair. I recently purchased a few mostly-useless elastic-style headbands and after a few bobby pins, added one as a safety measure. I get annoyed when my hair flops onto my face and gets stuck in the sweat. Ew.

Still rubbing my eyes in an effort to get them both to open, I searched my apartment for my HRM and chugged a few glasses of water. As I bent over to tie my shoelaces I realized my pants might be a little loose.

Foggy, my mind was still, from having only pulled my sorry butt out of bed within the last 5 minutes, I didn't really think about how long I've owned said capri pants.

I clipped on my ipod and made my way out of the house without another thought.

Fast forward 5 minutes. I'm hitting the road with my first few minutes of the run... finding a song on my ipod that's going to get me into the running groove... and I'm starting to feel my pants riding a little low. No matter, I've decided.

By the time I found a great tune and was warming up my hamstrings, getting them into the rhythm of the run... I realized my undies were ALSO decididing to ride low.

FUZZ!

So now I start pulling both my undies AND my pants up every 15-20 seconds (as I'm running), tempted to just hold them up on both sides... and I might have if it weren't for the need to alternate pulling up my undies with then picking the wedgie out of my butt (perhaps my "comfy" undies are a little TOO comfy now).

The fog has now cleared. Sleep has left my eyes. Sobering reality has hit. If I don't do something quick, this run is going to result in an embarrassing moment with my pants (and potentially undies too) down at my ankles.

The crafty, creative and determined woman I am... decides the effort to pull her sorry butt out of bed would not be wasted on pants 4 sizes too big. I whipped the mostly-useless elastic headband out of my hair, bunched up the pants in the back, and tied them up with the headband.

Problem solved.

Excellent run, but lesson learned. Check the size of your pants AND panties before you leave the house.

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PICTURE ALERT! I took a pic last night after trying on my size 8 dress again. Still a little tight, but boy am I rocking it!