Today started my half marathon training. Since the "long" run on the training schedule was only 4 miles, I decided I could get up early before work and get my run in.
I can barely get a 3 mile run in (starting right at daylight), get showered, and get to work by 8 o'clock. For my 4 mile run, I decided that I could save time by getting my drive out of the way before daylight. (My office shares a parking lot with the community center.)
Since I frequently work out at lunch, I keep a locker at the community center with shower supplies like shampoo, body wash, and the all important body wash. It'd be no big deal to run the track outside the building, then shower in the locker room and head on over to work.
I had a pretty good run. As usual I was sweating like a man, but my energy was good. I have a little quad soreness from doing a bazillion lunges holding 2-10 pound weights, so that made it a little more difficult. But all in all it was a good first training run.
So I take my sweaty, pony-tailed self into to the gym office and ask for my key. "Number 11 please."
"Um. Number 11 isn't here."
"Okay she must have it already in the locker room then." I share the locker with my workout buddy, and while I didn't see her car in the parking lot, I figure she must have carpooled with her hubby today.
I figured wrong.
After looking around for a bit, the dude just gave up. He had no clue where it was.
Okay screw it. I thought. I'll just jump in the shower and rinse off, I can live without soap. But then I remembered one crucial tool that was locked away in my locker.
No way I was going barefoot in Sasquatch's shower stall.
So I came to work to rinse off in the sink. On my way back, I noticed a coworker in the break room. I lamented to him about my plight. "I guess you'll just have to take a war bath."
War bath? Oh he means wh*re bath.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that prostitutes bathing in the sink doesn't make any sense at all. Yet men at war swiping down the best the could made perfect sense.
Kinda makes you wonder where my mind was the first time I heard the phrase though, that I would mishear that badly.