In the past few weeks I have received some pics from friends in their bike shorts. My thought - what is with these men and their desire for pics in the sausage shorts. And it didnt even cross my mind the suggestive nature of my short naming.
I call them sausage shorts because of the way they cling and suck in the fat of my thighs. Like sausages - duh. It never crossed my mind the male interpretation of the nomenclature. Ooops.
Of course the men - well they are less self conscious in their outfits. Oh the differences that make the all women race events all that more important. We sit around and always compare ourselves to others as we wait to start the race. The men, they just think I am dressed like this, you are dressed like that. We are all in the same boat.
Of course the female in me still feels the need to compare. Um, those boats arent always the same size.... Modesty and confidence sucked up all together in a pair of sausage shorts.
I am SO looking forward to some run, bike, swim on Sunday.
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