My new Patagonia running shorts made it look like I had wet myself after my run on Saturday. I’d ended the run at a local grocery store to pick up a big jar of honey, which I took great care to grip tightly as I was glistening with sweat. Then, I looked down and realized my “faded magenta” shorts appeared less faded around the crotch.

Then I pondered whether the fact that it was “just” crotch sweat made it less embarrassing. The shorts had dried by the time I got home, and I figured everyone I passed on the way was too busy looking at their phones to check out my dewy no-no area. Upon entering my suite, I hastily set the jar of honey on the kitchen counter. The glass jar tipped over and rolled off the counter.

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