Yep. It really happened. I got to the gym and noticed I did not pack my workout pants. So I stood there for a second and debated.
I could ditch the workout and head to Target.
I could change into my sports bra, tank top, and switch out my leather boots for my tennis shoes and rock those khaki skinny jeans on the treadmill.
Before cancer I would have ditched the workout. For multiple obvious reasons. One: Target. Target has things, and Starbucks, and more things, and then some other things, and then the things that go to the things, and the things that match the things. And then a few more things. Two: Who wears khaki skinny jeans to workout? Three: This is a public gym. Four: I might know people.
I laced up my shoes, put my headphones in, scanned the gym for an open treadmill and laughed to myself as I started my workout.
Every once in awhile I see the little gifts cancer left me in its wake.
Life is short.
Workout in khakis while you can.