Wednesday, February 23

Charlie, McMuscles, and the Flash Blob

7 comments:

Mollianne said...

You are NOT the only one.

Untypically Jia said...

Aside from the great "being pantsed in front of MIL" event . . . I once had a shirt break open (literally break... my rack and buttons just don't work) in biology class in high school.

Angela Pea said...

YES!! Once while running across the Trinity River Bridge on a windy day, my saggy baggy shirt blew up OVER my head! Seriously!

The only person who saw was the lady driving by, and I could see that she was just laughing uproariously. I was too, while trying to pull my shirt down and not fall over the railing.

I've learned to wear long pants and a well fitting shirt for working out with the guys.

Oh, and today? Buff Chad had us lay face down on an inclined bench and pull the 30 pound bar. Bean and I both complained that we want a bench with a divet built in for our boobs. Do you think there is such a thing?

Theresa G said...

LOL!!!

I have lots of great workout clothes, but for yoga and pilates, I absolutely MUST wear men's A-shirts (or wife-beaters, but I never quite liked that name). The ribbed material stays in place through the most inverted poses. I've made the mistake of wearing other shirts that "should have" worked fine, only to realize that I'm flashing a lot more skin than I intended, and there's nothing I can do about it! Oh well. If you don't like it, don't look!! XD

Que said...

Hi Charlie!
Your post made me smile and brought back a funny now - not so funny then memory. It was my birthday (like today!) and I went to the Y to work out. I started on the treadmill. I was wearing a turtleneck, a bright orange pullover and black yoga pants - (I am a freeze baby) after a few minutes I was too warm and decided to remove the turtleneck - without stopping the very fast moving treadmill. I did fine getting my arms out, and pulling it up over my head - keeping the turtleneck in place. I seemed to be keeping pace with the treadmill until I heard my friend saying "OH OH OH..." with the last OH I found my self hitting the track that went around the workout area, and because of the momentum from the treadmill continued moving backward until I hit the wall which made me promptly land on my rear with my legs stretched out across the track. Most of the runners were men that morning, and needles to say there was a lot of laughing and shaking of heads. My face was the same tone of color as my pullover! I got up as fast as I could and jumped back on the treadmill as if nothing had happened. It was over a month that I was welcomed with smiles and points and giggles whenever anyone who had been in the gym that morning saw me!

Q said...

I've probably exposed myself more times than I care for. The boobs take on a life of their own sometimes. I've learned that I can't wear those tank tops with the "built-in" bra. My boobs are too heavy, and I end up with cleavage galore.

Cait said...

just came across your blog! it's fabulous! you have some great insight on your posts!

 
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