{mas stinky}

I have a goal to be able to run 5 miles by my birthday.
{it's going well}
except for one thing...

The other morning, I walked inside from a run and kissed my hubby.
he grimaced.
{like trying to poker face, but unable to contain himself from the foul odor kind of grimace}
"do I smell?" I asked.
"ummm, maybe a little. mostly you smell like outside."
I knew he was lying.{out of love}
{He loves the smell of outside.}

I shrugged it off until I caught a wiff of myself.
{outside plus b.o.}
...not awesome!

I walked into my closet thnking that I better shower.
Then I saw in the "to donate" pile my old p.e. shoes from high school.
{dinosaur New Balances}
the same ones I wore sockless for all 3 years of high school.
the same ones that have been sitting on the back patio or in the garage as my "outside shoes" for 8 years of marriage.
{yup, those ones}
{maybe i should throw them in the trash now that i think of it}

I thought back to the good times in those old trusty shoes.
The many days of aerobics, weight lifting, hip hop dancing, running the track, and playing the kind of ball that you can high stick other girls in your class....{awwww}
Then in the middle of my 5 am day dream I realized that I wore the same p.e. clothes for weeks {maybe months} in a row back then.
{not bringing them home to be washed...like ever}
{brief shudder}

I had a question pop into my head.
I am pretty sure I didn't smell THAT bad back then.
{or is my memory foggy}
Do I get worse smelling b.o. the older I get?
{or do I just care more?}
maybe my nose is more refined.
{that sounds nice}

I couldn't decide, so I decided maybe I will wake up 1 minute earlier and put deoderant on my pits before I run.
{or maybe not}
My goal isn't to smell nice, it's to run 5 miles.
{...and 1 minute is soooo long in sleep time.}

just sayin'
p.s. this might be t.m.i.