I Really Wanted the Bacon Sandwich
It's our first evening jog and for the moment it is not pouring buckets of icy rain. It is also the first run where I am not just concentrating on dragging air into my lungs. Instead I have a wedgie attack. It's like all the worst parts of middle school gym and I am doing it to myself. How does one discreetly and unobtrusively remedy a wedgie on a public street? Tell me that exercisers! If I wanted a wedgie I'd buy thongs. Wait! Is that why skinny girls buy them? It's a conspiracy I tell ya!