OK.......so you decided to open this anyway. Obviously I am slow these days.......not as fast as Lou two mornings in a row.......What can I say? At least this gives you a place in a "closed thread" format where NO ONE reads......to share your thoughts Want to tell us a secret? Want to tell someone off? Want to share what you are REALLY thinking? This is the place to do it because.....since this is a CLOSED THREAD.....NO ONE READS IT. So relax........tell us EVERYTHING.

Biketm, I did NOT read that and I did NOT laugh. But to make you feel better a year ago I was riding my bike down a busy state highway in rush hour. It got hot. I had on a cycling shirt with a light jacket over it. So I figured I would unzip my jacket for some air. I was fighting to get it unzipped all the way but it would only go down half way. Then I realized I was unzipping the cycling shirt and exposing myself to all the cars on the highway. Fortunately it was only a sports bra underneath that they saw. LA (name withheld to avoid further embarrassment) hahaha

I am averting my eyes. I just wanted to say, you have to get up pretty early in the morning to get your post in ahead of me.

Glad nobody was here to notice I mis-spelled "Underwear"

Wow, these closed threads are becoming quite a good read! Good thing the names have been changed, to protect the innocent....

This is just what I needed today -- underwear stories! What a treat for a woman who's painfully knee-deep in moving boxes (which really does give one a pain in the knee!). I would be in a much worse situation than Vista though, as I run commando. But, I might have been popular on the island that day.

OK, I'll admit my Latin's not up to snuff. I had to look up "semper ubi sub ubi." I, too, go commando, as I wear running shorts with the built in underwear. But it would be really hard to forget my shorts. I'm pretty sure I'd notice...

Okay - No one's going to read this . . . right? This happened about a year ago, but the nightmares still haunt me . . . So there I am, blissfully making my way home one dark a.m., about 2.5 miles from home, when I start to feel the uncomfortable sensation of pressure building in the lower intestines. I stop and walk a few feet, trying desparately to get things under control, then start running again. About a block further, the pressure begins to increase. Uh oh. This is not good. I stop dead in my tracks and wait. And wait. Okay, things seem to be under control again, so I carefully start walking again. Okay, let's try the running thing again. Nope. No. Nada. Ain't gonna work. Well, maybe if I try to let some of the pressure off . . .holy cow! Did I just . . . no, I couldn't have. I absolutely could not have. I look around me, nobody in any direction, so I peel the pants down a bit to get a looksee. You have got to be kidding me! NNNnnnnnOOOOO! This can't be happening! This did not happen! Here I am 41 years old, over 2 miles from home . . . and I have pooped my pants! What the he!! am I going to do now?? Luckily, I have a very runny nose when I run and always carry a handy dandy hanky in my waistband. Ah ha! Just like the pioneers! I look around and there is absolutely no place to hide on this quiet residential street, however, I am standing right next to a large truck with a big boat hitched to it. Maybe I can squeeze between the truck and boat. So I get sort of behind the truck and start to undress my lower half, praying a cop doesn't come along. "Yes, Officer. I know it's against the law to be naked in public. Yes, Officer. I know it constitutes indecent exposure, but you see, I have this slight problem . . ." I have succeeded in taking care of business, but have not succeeded in redressing, when I suddenly see headlights approaching from the left, about half a block from my "hiding place." Crap! I try to squat as far behind the truck as I can, hoping against hope that the driver won't be able to see my lily white hindend hanging out. The car stops at the stop sign . . . and doesn't move. What's going on? Why aren't you moving? It's still sitting there. For cryinoutloud - Go! Why isn't it going? Suddenly I realize that along with having a lily white butt hanging in the wind, I have a white reflective hat on . . . and a headlamp! I quickly cover the headlamp and pray to the Running Gods to make the car just go, and it finally does. I quickly redress, stuff my hanky and undies in my gloves and get the heck outta dodge, having a personal PR in my 2.5 mile sprint for home. I am hoping by cleansing my soul the nightmares will cease. Nobody read this, right?