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22nd February - semi femme jogging

Jogging as a girl is one of those things that I imagine and have a vision of in my head. 

Today I went for a run wearing my crop top and leggings which is how I imagine myself doing it as a woman, with a nice ponytail bouncing around. In my head, I look good, my bare midriff is feminine and slim and I run easily looking confident and fresh. 

In reality I have to hide the leggings under baggy male joggers, and the top under male top, my hair isn’t long enough to pony, and the only thing that bounces is my less than perfect midriff. I don’t look good or fresh, I look red-faced and sweaty and out of breath. 

On the plus side though, I may have to hide what I’m wearing but I can feel them and it feels good. Leggings are super comfortable and I can understand why they are so popular. Plus I have great legs and they look really good, pity no one else gets to see. 

Maybe I can use this vision of how I would like to look as motivation for more exercise. 

I then, having not thought this through very thoroughly had the problem of sweaty leggings and bra top to deal with. Not to mention that I was running out of clean knickers too. So I took a bit of a risk and did some laundry with my wife in the house. All I had to do was ensure that I was the one to transfer from the washer to the dryer and then to empty the dryer when it finished. It did then occur to me as the cycle was running, that both the washing machine and the dryer have glass doors and that pink knickers are quite conspicuous in a load of dark coloured gym clothes. It all turned out fine and I safely got my underwear clean and back in a drawer undiscovered. 

Although maybe it would be a good thing if I had been found out and had been forced to explain myself?

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