Last summer, as I pursued my fitness goals I would try to fit in little workouts wherever I could. One such time was directly after work and before my sons’ baseball game. They were with their dad and I had an hour or so where I could get in some cardio.
I hustled home and changed into shorts and a tank top and took off jogging to a local park with a trail. Summer here in Missouri is hot and humid. Unless you are sitting in a creek, it is pretty miserable.
I get back home drenched in sweat and jump into the shower. I get out and I’m still overheated, so I don’t dress yet. I don’t want to get sweaty again. I’m hungry and a multi-tasker, so while I continue to cool off, I go into the kitchen and grab whatevers at hand. A clementine (like a small orange). As I hurredly stand in the kitchen and peel the clementine, I start tossing wedges of fruit in my mouth as I go.
Until I begin to choke.
I don’t know about you, but choking is a scary thing. When you are alone, its terrifying.
My thoughts start racing. “I can’t breathe. Should I throw myself over a chair? Is this really happening? Man…my family is going to think I’m so weird when they find my dead body because I choked on a clementine while naked. Will they mistake this for some kind of fetish?”
As you can surmise, I survived the choking situation. I lived to attend my sons’ baseball game. And I can assure you that I eat only when dressed these days.
Oh my god! I am dying here. I loved this post!! I understand this–I love to sleep naked, but with two teens and usually their friends and two rambunctious dogs, I don’t do it. I have an (irrational) fear that something is going to happen and that I won’t be able to deal with it in time before death occurs because I have to get my naked ass dressed first……
I’m in the same boat with two sons. Again, my family thinks I’m weird enough without me dying naked choking on fruit. What a legacy, right?