Embarrassed . . . no MORTIFIED

Really...there aren't a lot of things that embarrass me, as you probably already know (like this post). But, today when my Partner In Crime, my Photography Co-Teacher, the ever witty Tonja Merryweather, called me to tell me there was a full page spread in the Daily Herald about ME, I freaked.

Why? Of course I knew they might run a 'small' article about aerobics in the paper because a lovely reporter came to my classes and asked me a slew of questions. That was not the embarrassing part. In fact, you can come ask me fitness questions any time of the day and I'll spout something off. It may not be coherent or even entirely accurate, but it'll be worth a try.

So why again am I so stinkin' embarrassed? OH YES, I did remember to say to the lovely and quite friendly reporter, 'Please let me know if they want to come and take a picture, that way I can make myself look rockin' hot'. (I'm pretty sure those were my exact words). So the other day, when I didn't feel like going to aerobics at all, I yanked on a grungy Jack Johnson T-shirt, an old pair of shorts and left for the Gym...secretly hoping NO ONE would be there so I could mosey on home again.

To my EMBARRASSMENT not only was the class full, but there was a photographer there too. A male photographer! Agggghhhhh. I expressly mentioned to him to only take shots of me from the neck up and while I was smiling sweetly at the camera...but I think he FORGOT.

So, there you have it. Two, not so flattering shots of me are pasted across the Daily Herald for all to see, oogle, gawk at, laugh at and discuss in not so friendly terms, "What the Heck is she wearing?"