Sportwash, you save lives.

You guys were around last week when I left my Sportwash in Raleigh, right?  And how I washed my workout clothes in regular detergent,h and almost died when the smell of my freshly washed clothes (they wasn’t so fresh), hit me?

So I got back to Raleigh yesterday, and hit the ground running (hee hee).  If you’ve never been out here, the weather here is kind of nuts.  It gets pretty hot here, it’s the summer, but the real killer is the humidity in the summer months.  It storms, sometimes once a day, and the product is oppressive, heavy heat, that will have you soaking wet by the end of a run.  Headaches and hotheadedness are super common, unless you’re conscious of it and take care to hydrate throughout the day.

It’s funny, because when I go to Pennsylvania to visit my camp family in the summer, it can be like 89 degrees, and bone dry, and everyone’s all “It’s gonna be a hot one!  Make sure you keep that water bottle full.”  And I’m like bundled in my winter finest.

But I digress.

Your clothes are soaked.  And they smell horrid, especially at the end of these humid runs.  Enter Penguin Sportwash.

Sport Wash

 

If any of you go to the store and buy Tide Sport, I promise, I will scream.  That stuff just has a bunch of Febreze in it, and the Febreze just sits on your stank like…I can’t even describe the horror.  You need this.  It’s biodegradable.  It’s scentless.  I hear it gets blood out.  Idk.  I try not to bleed on my workout clothes, but whatever.  So you can order this stuff off Amazon, and sometimes you can find it in a few running or sporting specialty shops.  Bottom line, it will have you smelling like an athlete at the start of the race, rather than at the end.  Try it, and tell me what you think.

Disgusting things that happen to you when you run.

Still at my parents’.  And being home has afforded me the opportunity to take care of my mom, but also to work out a ton, and run a lot.  Like.  To the point where I have become so sexy, that my Raleigh friends are gonna be all “Whaaaaa” when I roll up in my Lancer. 

So I’m running yesterday.  And I really’d hit my groove.  Cruising down this hilly country road.  About  a mile-and-a-half from home.  And it hits me.  

Evidently, there’s a some sort of *ahem* poo treatment plant hidden behind the hills of gorgeous Weddington.  It’s pretty steamy out here, and I guess it, like, cooked the smell.  Because midway through my run, I literally doubled over, and had to feebly cover my nose with a finger as the smell of steamed poop assaulted me.  So much for the thrilling, reflective, country run I was going to blog about.  

Then I go to wash all my stanky clothes I’ve built up from the last week.  Pull them out after they were washed.  Did the sniff test.  And they still stank.  Pretty girls don’t smell too pretty, right Tyra?  (10 points for anyone who can name the Top Model candidate who said that).  And I left my Sport Wash back in Raleigh, so I had to fashion some out of white vinegar, and Wisk.  Ugh.  Good luck to me.  Running is not for the faint of heart.