Underpants!

I just had a crappy, largely waste-of-timey -- but sweaty ... always sweaty -- workout. But I found a shirt from a long-ago Chicago Undie Dash -- which is just as run-through-Chicago-in-your-underpants as it sounds -- shirt in my workout-clothes bin this morning so I did go to the gym with a woman's butt on my chest. So there's that.

Fun fact: Running in just your underpants -- especially if they're super-cute Captain America underpants that you want people to see -- presents unique challenges when you're looking for a place to pin your numbered running bib.