Yup. That's right.
The evil invisible underwear-absconding ape raided my gym bag while I wasn't looking this morning.
Either that, or I had a brainfart while packing it last night. Nope. That could *never* happen. ;-)
On the other hand, this morning was Measurement Day with my trainer, an every-three-weeks ritual that I started dreading after the mysterious 4th Quarter body-fat spike last year.*
So, it was generally good news -- my weight was up a couple pounds while the body fat percentage was down. And a couple of gym-rat-vanity measurements were up (chest and arms).
So Josh (my trainer) then proceeded to kick my butt with a leg and tricep session. Ah, the price of vanity.
After which, I discovered the nefarious doings of the e.i.u.a.a.
So, marquesate, today I am emulating your camo-man ;-)
And being very wary of the zipper in my slacks.
*(We figured that one out. BASFA meets at the Hick'ry Pit on Monday. Monday is Free Pie Day. You do the math. I switched to half-sandwiches, soup, and a couple bites of Andy's pie).