And wondered how my life came to this.
We'd run a race. A long one and I was tired and cold and wet. Trying to change my clothes and get warm, but struggling to undo the clasp on my soggy sports bra. So I asked a passing club mate, who did it without a murmur and then turned his back while I changed the rest of my clothes.
I used to be embarrassed to look anything less than (my idea of) perfect in public. 😆