Recently, I arrived to the locker room, unzipped my gym bag and noticed I only had one sock. I knew that if I didnt wear socks with my sneakers (which are approx 12 years old), blusters would form in minutes. I had spent a hour before pumping myself up for this workout routine with the help of Queens' infamous "We will rock you" blasting in my office. So, I was not about to cancel this session . I searched my bag for any sock-like material and found my only option....underwear. I wrapped my foot in my Victoria's Secret cheeky underwear. I walked to the treadmill confident that my foot is well protected and no one would ever noticed that I had satin pink fabric floating around in my shoe.
Now, I am not sure if it was the book that I was engulfed in or the fact that I was burning rubber but I had not noticed that my "sock-wear" slipped up around my ankle exposing my secret. I reached down to take it off but some of the lace was stuck in my pinky toe. Without creating a more awkward scene, I quickly walked past my staring co-workers to the locker room to recover from humility. I have not forgotten socks since.
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