"Have You Washed Those?"

I have a confession to make.

Running bloggers and fashionistas, prepare to be appalled. 

I only own one pair of running shorts.

Did you hear the gasps across the ones and zeros? Or perhaps this isn't a shocker to you at all. Because you've seen my photos. And you've been wondering, "Have you washed those?"

Backtrack all the way to 2010 when I bought my yellow, grey-lined shorts. 

Run for Africa 5K with my sister and her friends

This was a small race, and I actually medaled in my age-group. Ironically, it was a horrible run for me. I donated blood about a week prior to the race and became extremely anemic. That's another story. I have not donated blood since.

Look! I was even caught washing the Civic in my yellow shorts.

Woah! I was caught washing the Civic?! 

I am the worst about washing my car, so this may be an even bigger story than the shorts. But I digress.

You saw them in Laos.

In...

...every...

...picture.

(By the way, Julia and Sone are both here right now! Julia is here until September, and Sone is studying here for a year!)

You also saw them at my half marathon.

Who would have dreamed that yellow shorts would coordinate with so many shirts?

Look! I even wore them yesterday for my 10-mile run with Mollie! Did I say ten? Why yes, yes I did. I was only planning on doing seven, but why stop at seven miles when you're enjoying every moment of your route and company? I found I had no good reason, so I finished up with Mollie.

She may or may not have bribed me with chocolate milk from Whole Foods. You'd better believe that was my recovery drink. Because that's as true as it gets.

This whole shorts-dilemma came up in conversation during our run. I can't really tell you why I only have one pair. A long while ago I purged all the "athletic shorts" I never wore from my wardrobe. Somehow I've never remembered to purchase an additional pair that I like. Truthfully, I'd prefer to spend my dollars on ice cream. For what it's worth, I love my yellow shorts. I'll admit this has become ridiculous, but it's only fair to point out that the one-pair-of-shorts-dilemma has kept me from falling behind on laundry. Gotta wash them so they're ready for the next run. Somehow I don't see that strategy holding up for the next four months.

Saturday afternoon, after our run, I received a text from Mollie saying she had some hand-me-down shorts for me. What a sweetheart! I guess I should really get my act together and purchase a second pair before strangers start throwing shorts out the window as donations to the "Yellow-shorts Girl."

At this point, perhaps you're thinking, "I've seen the Yellow-shorts Girl!"

Do honk or wave next time.

But don't get too close. There's always a chance I've forgotten to do the laundry.