It's one of those days when...

So this morning I promised one of my running buddies I would meet her outside my house at 5:30 a.m. Nothing too unusual about that only that at 5:30 on the nose I realized what I could hear was my alarm. Ahhhhhh! The night before I piled my running clothes in a heap on the floor where I step out of bed. So I jump out of bed and hurriedly got dressed, grabbed my shoes, and got out the door. She was ready to start banging on windows to wake the dead. I got my shoes on and we headed up the street when something felt weird, just not quite right. It was my shorts. I thought while talking out loud, "I think my shorts are on backwards." I pulled out the wasteband and sure enough the tags proved it...on backwards. It was a good laugh. I got things switched around standing in the garage. This whole little scenario reminded me of a dream I had years ago. Somehow I ran with my bra on backwards. Now that would really be a problem.