I was dead set on running before class on wednesday. It was looking like it would be a LONG LONNNNGGG day, and I wanted to expel some fidgety energy before I had to sit and sit and sit and listen and type and listen.
Well, I skipped it. and THIS WAS MY PUNISHMENT.
I ripped a hole in the crotch region of my pants. BLAST! You know how jeans out of the dryer and fresh-out-of-the-shower-water-on-skin= terrible idea?
Well this was a disaster. My older sister owned these bad boys for a couple years before passing them onto me. I have had them… for…well…at least… 3 years. Six + year old jeans… yikes.
So I ripped the pants, and was faced with a strange realization/ predicament. I only have one other pair of jeans. This was news to me. You may ask yourself, how has she managed to get through the winter with two pairs of jeans?
TIGHTS. the real source of the problem.
TIGHTS STRETCH PEOPLE. And you forget what your waistline (or in my case, bum line) looks like… and so you skip workouts guilt-free and you have an extra avocado and then one day you say, “today, I feel like wearing REAL pants” and you rip your pants apart.
Had I decided to run, this may not have been a problem.
Had I worn pants more often, I may have avoided so many of these.
Now I have to go jeans shopping. I hate shopping.
You ripped my jeans????
WHAT????
In fact, I did.
I loved those jeans.