keep the muffin in the muffin cup
June 26, 2008
When you get to be my age, you begin to realize the importance of having an undershirt you can tuck in.
I went for a very long bike ride this morning, down Suncrest, up AF Canyon to the top, and back, 40 miles and 4,500 feet of vertical, 3 hours. I’m quite tired. Then I rode my motorcycle to work. I was still hot and sweating after my shower, so I elected to go “undershirtless” for the air conditioning effect. No big deal, right?
Except, today was windy. Although, I guess when you’re going 80 mph on a motorcycle on the freeway, it’s always windy.
Anyway. I’m riding along, in the HOV lane, feeling good, feeling cool. And suddenly, feeling a little TOO cool. I look down, and my shirt has blown up around my moobs. Leaving my 42 year old muffin top fully exposed, and not exposed in a “I’m sucking in my gut so I can still look good” way, but rather, in a “I’m sitting upright but hunched over on a motorcycle, all relaxed like, so my muffin top is hanging over my belt” kind of way.
I mean, it wasn’t as bad as this:
But it wasn’t good either.
Note to self–wear an undershirt, and TUCK IT IN.