Splits Happen

So, last  Thursday afternoon, this happened:

 I bent over to lift some heavy files off my office floor, and riiiiiip.  The entire back seam of my Theory pants popped.  Two things make this a funny story as opposed to an absolutely mortifying one.  First, I have an office - with a door that closes.  It was open at the time of the incident, but I don't think anyone saw (and if anyone did, I never need to know that).  Two, it was freezing outside, so I had worn my long puffy coat to work.  Had either of these not been so, I might be sharing this with a therapist instead of the blogosphere.  (Also, those pants were at least seven years old.)  

If you don't squat, you are still welcome to laugh at my Spongebob Squarepants moment (props if you know the song) -- but this post isn't for you.  This one is dedicated to my ladies who lift.

 

- Gym Belle - 

P.S.  If you're wondering, I've yet to take the CrossFit booty test.  But I'm fairly confident that I would pass.