I go to burn boot camp. It’s the right mix of friendly without being over the top. Basically you smile and give people high-fives, but don’t have to become BFFs to work out together.
Imagine my surprise when a woman looked at me from across the gym floor and then walked purposely toward me.
I didn’t recognize her. She wasn’t one of the gymnastics moms or one of the jujitsu moms. I generally remembered if I talked to someone. Even if I couldn’t remember their names, She didn’t look like anyone I had talked to before.
Once she reached me, she gave an embarrassed smile and said, “Your shorts are on inside out.”
I glanced down and sure enough they were inside out.
After I fixed them, I noticed my t-shirt was on backward too.
At least the work out was good and I had no other wardrobe malfunctions.