Two underwear tales
(that both involve my snister*)
This summer, my snister, Christina, gifted me a pair of boy cut Brooks running shorts that she picked up at a sidewalk sale. How sweet that she thought of me!
But when I saw the shorts I only thought one thing – I can’t wear booty shorts! I’m an 7″ inseam gal. I need more fabric than that (to keep skin from rubbing together).
Christina asked me a few times if I’d tried them on and I kept saying no. I felt bad for not using them.
Then, this winter, I had an idea – I could use them to keep my buns warm in really cold runs. Yeah! Brilliant!
So I grabbed them, and went to remove the tag (hadn’t even done that yet) and noticed it said “thermo boy short,” and read the description:
The ultimate baselayer for cold-weather runs. Stay toasty and comfortable by slipping these super-soft thermal boy shorts on underneath your favorite running pants, tights, or shorts.
Wait a second! These aren’t even shorts! They’re basically underwear! FOR cold weather running.
Oh my gosh, I’m such a derpitty for not even reading the tag until four months after she gave them to me. Derr derr derr. There was never any reason to be afraid of them! How silly that I let one look make me think they weren’t for me, before investigating further.
Now I use them whenever it’s 15° or below (or if I’m wearing tights I think might burst like at Sunday’s race) and I LOVE them. Which is odd – I never wear underwear when I workout… unless it’s cold, I guess! I think I might order a few more pairs!
Buah ha ha. And this story. My snister and her husband bought a new home and we visited over New Year’s and had a great time! Right before the trip I was complaining to Christina about Target jeans (don’t buy them!) and how the dye is rubbing off on my hands and coat (seriously, I had to get the coat dry cleaned) and it’s MAKING ME CRAZY.
So we’re sitting on her brand new beige couches and she’s like “um… are those the awful Target pants?” (that I had on). I told her yes and she asked “can you please take them off?”
One of the horrible pairs of Target pants (yes, I have two pairs… sigh). Oops.
I immediately went upstairs to take them off. I felt bad I sat there at all! What was I thinking? I didn’t want to ruin her new furniture!
Then I came back downstairs. Without any pants on. Christina didn’t see me enter the room but she saw me after I sat down.
Oh my gosh, the look on her face! Ha ha ha! I don’t think she was expecting me to come back with NO pants. We both laughed. Then she gave me sweat pants to wear. And explained the rules of who gets to go pant-less in the house (I guess you have to live there).
Dexter doesn’t have to wear pants since she lives there. Lucky.
Ha ha. I still laugh now when I think of the look on her face!!!
It seems pretty obvious but neither Brooks nor Target sponsored this post.
*for newer readers, “snister” is the pet name my sister and I call one another