Marks of Accomplishment

It's Saturday.

I could have slept in.

I wanted to sleep in. Really, really wanted to sleep in.

But, I didn't.

My good friend, Audra, was waiting for me to get out of bed, get dressed, and head out to the park to walk at 6:30 this morning.

I hate her.

Alright, that's not really true at all. I love her dearly. Really, who else is willing to get up early on a Saturday and walk three miles with me. I don't see a lot of other volunteers raising their hands. She's a peach, and I love her. Just not at 6:30 in the morning.

Three miles. Did you catch that? We walked three miles this morning, quite possibly before you had even rolled yourself out of bed. And though I hate exercising (really, really, really hate it - I think I've been over that enough by now, so I'll move on), it was a good feeling when we were done. Let me clarify. My body wasn't feeling good. My body was feeling sore and achy, quite possibly very angry at me. But, knowing that I had accomplished something to help me be a healthier person, that was a good feeling.

So, when I got home this morning after my three mile walk (I think I may rub that in for awhile longer), I jumped out of my walking clothes and into the shower, but not before...

THE EXAMINATION.

Yep, the examination. It happens every time after I walk. As I peel the layers of clothes off of me, I inspect each piece for marks of accomplishment.

I turn every individual piece of clothing around and around, under the light, and look for the tell-tale badge of honor: sweat marks.

First my t-shirt. Ah, moist sweat marks on the back. Good. Good. Even a little on the front. I must have been really sweaty this morning, then. Signs that I have worked hard and accomplished much.

Next, my pants. Navy blue sweats can be difficult on initial inspection, but after a few moments, I notice a darker shade of blue, and there it is: crotch sweat. Ooh, and some butt sweat, too. I must have been walking up a storm.

Then, my bra. Yes, there it is. Undeniable proof of boob sweatage. Work has been done here, people!

Finally, my panties. These are the most difficult of all to inspect critically, especially if they're granny panties in white. Sometimes they're too loose to collect any evidence. I'm lucky today, because I wore my gray panties. Evidence of my hard work is easy to see. In fact, they're nearly so sweaty that I could wring them out in the sink. Gross? Yes. Impressive? Absolutely!

Surely it can't just be me that goes through this ritual after exercising. Let me know I'm not alone here. Let me know if you collect marks of accomplishment, too.