Is it drafty in here? Oh, that's just my pants around my ankles. My bad.

I am no longer a morning person.  I used to be.  Teh Parents used to comment on how much easier it was to wake me up than Teh Sister (who is VERY crabby in the morning).  I used to be that annoyingly perky person immediately upon setting my feet on the floor.  I've tamed that problem, mostly, and now it usually starts about 1-2 hours after I wake up, which is why I say, I am no longer a morning person.  I'm a mid-morning person.  :)

That being said.  I'm also not the brightest bulb in the box (you get that Cmas reference there?) when it comes to early in the morning.  Sometimes I have to stop myself when I grab my toothbrush and then reach for the soap instead of the toothpaste.  Only once have I put soap on my toothbrush, and luckily I realized what happened before I put my toothbrush in my mouth.  Slow in the am = me.


One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong... on my toothbrush!

We have command PT on M/W/F.  No big deal.  Alarm went off on Friday and before I left my warm, comfy bed, I checked the temp outside to determine what I would be wearing to PT (physical training/working out).  At a whopping 27°F, I felt like sweatpants and a sweatshirt were necessary over my PT shorts and my long sleeve PT shirt.  I can handle the 40s+ temps, but below 40°F and I will require a coat.  I'm trying to shock my body back to being tolerant of cold weather after being in the caribbean for a year and then the desert for a year.  I felt pretty bulky when I walked outside, I see my breath for probably the 2nd time since I've been home, but I was glad that I had decided on the sweats.  It was so chilly in my car that I even put on my rainbow mittens from Teh Dad and Teh Stepmom.  I rocked those.  After scraping the ice from my windshield (for the first time since being back in America), I headed to base.

When I got to the gym, I took off my sweatshirt because it was a tad warm.  We did some crazy warm up exercises.  And by crazy, I mean, I had never done some of these exercises and stretches.  Silly new navy regs.  Then they announced that it was free day, meaning you could PT on your own.  Since it was my first time at the gym, I had to ask where the machines were.  One of the other females was going to the elliptical machines and said she'd show me, so I said I'd just stick with her and do the elliptical also.

Turns out, the gym is set up like a hangar... because it was/(is?) a hangar.  The main floor has several different courts (basketball/volleyball) and the sides of the building are where the rooms are located.  One side was offices and the other sides/ends were the weight and cardio machines, along with some racket ball courts.  As a not-air-person, I was obviously intrigued by this set up.  It's also the biggest base gym I've experienced, so I was mostly in awe.  The only place I've experienced with a more awesome gym is NC State.

Once we found 2 ellipticals together, we started getting prepared, laying down our sweatshirts, etc and I decided I was warm and knew I was only going to get hotter if I kept my sweatpants on, so I decided to take them off.

I pulled down my pants and looked around for a few seconds, in my head I thought, WHEW that is soooo much better, but isn't it a little drafty on my butt?  Then I looked down and realized that my shorts were around my knees with my pants!  OH MY!  So for about 3-5 seconds, I was standing in the cardio room, in my undies, mooning anyone that was paying attention.  Once I realized I was standing in my underwear, in the gym, a VERY public place, I quickly yanked my pants back up.  Immediately my face turned red hot and the other girl and I busted out laughing cackling.  Neither of us could believe what I had just done and that we had been the only ones to see (that we noticed, no one else was laughing, so we assumed we were alone in our giggles).  After semi-gathering my wits, I tried again to take off my sweatpants, only this time making sure I had separated my pants and shorts and that my shorts were going to stay up.

Except on accident...and in classy Navy sweats. (image)

After that the PT session was relatively calm.  I PT-ed for the first time in a month, I ran 1.5 miles at 12:06, which was pretty impressive for this not runner.  Granted it was on the elliptical, but still, that's impressive for me, period.  I learned that the pool is closed while the roof is replaced, for however long it takes, which super sucks, because I was excited about getting back into the pool and being away from the nasty pool in Bahrain that was often broken.

Throughout the day I thought about mooning everyone at the gym and the giggles would start again.  It instantly makes my mood better, each time I think about it.  Later on, I was thinking about the fact that some people would have been super embarrassed and upset if someone had laughed at them if they had been me.  It made me very glad I'm not that person, and maybe its a tribute to Teh Parents about being raised right?  I can laugh at my mistakes and learn from them, and not be upset about embarrassing myself.

Gold star for me and Teh Parents for doing it right! (image)