I have stunk to a new level

Yesterday, while wearing my Nike's in the backyard, I stepped in fresh doggie poo. I took them off in the garage with the intention of coming back out to clean them later. Then the rest of the day consisted of: feeding the kids lunch and dinner, showering, taking the kids to the park, reading blogs, talking on the phone, reading my People magazine, and taking a Benadryl so I could turn off this brain of mine to go to sleep.

I forgot about them until this morning when I went to put them on so I could get to my favorite Saturday morning class at the gym. Oh crap!

I was running late as usual so I ran back into the house to go put on my old pair of Nike's. Apparently, I Goodwilled them and forgot. So, back in the garage, I grabbed a utility knife and started scraping the doo out of the crevices and running the shoe under the garage sink. My shoes were all wet but I put them back on, flipped over my floor mat and drove off. On the way to the gym, I debated whether I should go into the class(because I was late) or just jump on an elliptical and cut my loss of missing the class.

Clearly, the Golden Rule was not in my thought process. Because I marched right in and did lunges, squats and leg lifts with the rest of 'em. Except I kept smelling that doo smell waft past me... I prayed the people around me had bad allergies and had taken some meds for the actual purpose it was intended for(unlike me, who needs one every.single.night in order to fall asleep).

After the class, I went to the sauna and took my shoes and socks off at the door. A small, 168 degree space with dog poo I knew was not a good combo. I have boundaries, people.

It's how I roll.