I Mooned the People of Liverpool

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When it comes to modesty I fall somewhere between a go-go dancer and one of the Duggar girls.  Are go-go dancers even a thing anymore?  If not, we should really bring them back.  After all, how cool are these boots?

How I mooned the people of Liverpool

Or maybe this. This is pretty much me in a nutshell. But, I digress.

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Anyhoo…I’m pretty middle of the road when it comes to keeping covered up.  I don’t let it all hang out but I don’t flip out if I show a little cleavage or leg here and there.  Flashing my bare butt to a crowd of people in downtown Liverpool (that’s right, the home of the Fab Four) is a little out of the scope of normal but that’s what happened.

Before you get the wrong idea, it was broad daylight and there was no alcohol involved. Honest.

I was running in the Rock and Roll Liverpool Half Marathon, which is 13.1 miles.  Yes, the .1 is important.  I had just passed the five-mile marker and decided I needed to pee bad enough to stand in line for the port-o-potty.  Mile five was cool because I still had a smile on my face and was having a good time, unlike the space between miles nine and ten where I wanted to lie down in the street and cry.

I didn’t actually lie down in the street and cry but I sure wanted to.

If you’re not familiar with this type of sporting event, the race course is heavily supported by the host city and involves closing down of some of the streets.  There is usually decent crowd support although why someone wants to hang out on the corner on Sunday morning cheering for strangers in running clothes seems weird to me.

Weird in a good way, because I like the clappers.  Yes, I’m motivated by applause from people I don’t know.

Because my adoring public comes out to cheer me on (shut up, they do!) I have to make sure I look as cute as possible when I’m running:

Walking to the start line at the butt crack of dawn
Walking to the start line at the butt crack of dawn – SEE WHAT I DID THERE? Wait for it.

This running skirt has little built-in compression shorts and awesome pockets for my lipstick and other necessities.  I’m not even kidding.  Lipstick is a running necessity.  Because of the shorts and the way fit, I don’t usually wear underwear.  You might be thinking TMI…just wait for it.

Anyhoo, on this day, I decided to wear underwear under my running skirt.  I don’t know why I chose this day to deviate from the norm.  No idea.

I got in and out of the port-o-potty, doing my business quickly.  I was dreaming about a brag-worthy finisher’s time so I wanted to keep on running. I was feeling pretty good, considering my training had been kind of…well, nonexistent.

As I started gaining momentum, I noticed something didn’t feel quite right with my clothing.  I made a couple of swipes at my skirt to make I’d pulled it up correctly.  I didn’t feel a breeze, so I knew my buns were covered but things felt…weird.

I “pulled over” on to the sidewalk and realized what had gone wrong:  I had pulled up my skirt-shorts combo but my underwear were hanging out at mid-thigh.  I was sweaty and they were just sort of…stuck. I don’t remember why I’d chosen to wear underwear that day. Probably because I was getting dressed to run in the middle of the night.

I looked over my shoulder to the port-o-potty line which had grown exponentially in the past two minutes.  I would waste valuable time standing in line so I could adjust myself in private.

I had two options:  stand in line for ten minutes with my bloomers down or to make a quick wardrobe adjustment that would involve risk of full exposure on a busy city street.  I chose the second option.  There were no bushes I could duck in to so I stood as close as possible to a row of garbage cans (I know, ew, right?) and made the easy decision that I’d rather flash my backside than my lady bits, whisked my skirt down and yanked my drawers up.

I got a few “oh no she didn’t” looks from the nice people in the surrounding area, but I held my head high and ran off at a clip just a little bit faster than my usual pace.

People, this gives an entirely new meeting to the phrase “cover your ass.”

Do you have an embarrassing moment?

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12 Comments

  1. YAY I never have to run a marathon or a half one or whatever your miles plus .1 was because I’d have forgotten I’d worn underpants and PEED ON THEM so there’s that. Love this so much and thank you for linking to Finish the Sentence Friday!!!

  2. LOL!!! I hope you’re not on youtube anywhere. The way stuff shows up on the internet it seems like people are just holding up their phones recording just waiting for something to happen. And about those boots, I don’t know. I’ll let you wear them first. Let me know how you’re perceived 😉 I’m thinking the looks might be equivalent to, “Oh no she didn’t.”

  3. WOW – I seriously want to be you when I grow up.
    I mean it.
    I also want those boots, but sadly, my knees don’t.
    (enter trombone sound, woomp woomp.)
    Loved this post. – Ms

  4. Howling here. Having run a couple of half and full marathons (yes, the .1 and the .2 are VERY important) I totally relate. During my last full I couldn’t find a port a potty, johnny on the spot, or whatever the hell you want to call them, to save myself. Had to pee like a race horse. So I shot off into the nearest bushes. May marathon so wearing shorts. Bushes were total blackberry haven. Scratched the hell out of my legs. Was subjected to the most incredible looks and comments post race in the banana/carb recovery area… Such lovely photos too …

  5. Wow, this is terrific. The FTSF posts this week are really outstanding and so hilarious – I think this is the third in a row that has left me just howling. I am pretty sure this is why I don’t run marathons, though. 😀

  6. I think that the real story is how much of a runner’s mentality you must have. I mean, a normal person would have waited in line. Only a true runner would have decided that losing time was worse than losing modesty! Hope that the rest of the race went well — or least less “drafty” — for you!

  7. We are considering running a half-marathon, but I don’t know if I could be so committed on continuing that I’d show my bare behind! I really just want to finish! LOL! Hopefully, I can manage with my undies in check!

  8. See, this kind of thing is precisely why I don’t run races. It’s also an excellent argument for going commando. I’ve done plenty of embarrassing things, but I either keep them a secret or share them on my own blog. 😉

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