So I met Carlos at the gym this morning and he showed me some new stuff with one of those stretchy bands. You know, the bouncy rubber tubes with handles at each end. One of the exercises is a bicep curl, where you hold the middle of the band on the floor with your foot and pull up on each of the handles. Easy right?

During the second set, I somehow lifted my foot in the middle of a curl when the band was tightest. The slingshot effect was quite impressive. The tube shot past my face, into the air, and then came down on top of my head. After turning away from me to laugh, Carlos said, “I’ve never seen that happen before.”

Of course, we were working out in the center of the main floor where everyone can see (“putting on a show for the ladies,” as Carlos likes to say) and I felt like a total maroon. But I’m used to that.  And I felt lucky that I wasn’t killed.

It was only a few minutes later that Carlos drew my attention to the logo on my shorts.

“Dude, you’ve got them on inside out.”

It’s all part of the show.