Speedo Workout

A couple of weeks ago, on the morning of the last day of a weeklong GloboCorp convention in Seattle, the X-Man hit the Hilton's gym to log a few miles on the treadmill. At about mile 2.6 of my 46-minute treadmill fartlek workout (with a 7-minute warmup and 5:45 cooldown), my boss burst into the gym and got all up on me.

"What the hell are you doing, X?"

"Intervals," I replied with a a hint of annoyment. Wasn't it obvious?

"I mean why are you wearing that?" he asked, staring at my crotch.

Now I was getting uncomfortable. I glanced down at my red Speedo.

"Oh, this? I'm out of clean workout clothes," I explained matter-of-factly. "It has been a long week. And, anyway, that's just how tri guys roll. How did you even know I was here?"

"You're wearing a GloboCorp polo shirt with that ridiculous Speedo. We got calls."

"Like I said...."

"Take off the company shirt, you freak."

So, in a nutshell, that's how I just gained a lot more time to work out and catch up on my Harlequin novels. With my days and nights free to train, it's going to be a rockin' 2007 season!

The whole affair reminds me of my first date with Kaylii last year. I was out of clean underwear and went with an old Speedo, thinking there was very little chance it would be seen by anyone. I was wrong.

Later,
Racer X
("If you ain't first, you're last!")