I sweat. So much so that I keep a bar of deodorant in my glove compartment. I sweat. And 2-3 times a week at roller derby? I produce more salt water than the salt flats of Utah.
Three months into my new derby life, a girl next to me was smelling her gear (that makes her sound like a puppy after her tail, her gear - knee pads, elbow pads... gear!).
(I will segue into the next topic of 30 Shameless Days - Expose Something Messy You Normally Hide)
I grabbed my elbow pad, brought it to my nose and took a big sniff. It actually smelled... nice'ish! A more experienced girl looked at us smelling our gear and said "You know - you CAN wash those pads, right?" My jaw dropped. Wash my gear? I can do that? Everybody around me was
I was off the hook, but still - 3 months of hard core practicing, sweating, grunting and wearing the same gear over and over sans visits to the laundromat... when 2 days later it happened - my junk got some bad funk. Was it jinxed by the shocking news my experienced pal brought on? During practice my hand came close to my face and there is was: bad odor. Quick to blame shift I looked around me to see who the stinky piglet was. But I was nowhere near anybody else. I was alone in my fog of B.O.
*****Other bloggers who are doing this 30 days of shame thing have exposed pictures of their messy desk, or a messy linen closet... I can't do that because you would not believe how I keep my stuff! I'm so