I’ve been taking a water therapy class at our local Y, trying to strengthen my back. I’m in the habit of putting on my bathing suit under my clothes to save time changing when I get there. On Monday, I was packing up my gym bag, making sure I had everything. Towel…check.
Or at least I thought so. I had that nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. So, I was out the door and on my way with just enough time to make it to the class.
About half way to the Y, as I was stopped at a red light, singing along to the music, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks … I had forgotten to pack my bra and underwear!
Oh, no! I thought. What now? I can’t drive home in a wet bathing suit wrapped in a towel!
At this point I figured I had two choices. One, I could turn around and go back to the house and retrieve the forgotten items. But that would make me late for the class. Or, I could just continue on my way, and at the end of the class, when it was time to change to go home….I could go commando. Granted, I’ve had my share of carefree-braless-college days, but not in a long time. And I never went without the bottoms.
And that is how I experienced another first in my life.