Coming clean

I have a dirty, little secret. Actually, I take that back. It’s a dirty, huge, stinky secret! It’s been eating away at me for like two whole months, and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the lies and the averted eyes, and the shame, ohhhh the shame….

If you’ve been following POP for awhile now, you’ll know that I’m borderline OCD when it comes to avoiding germs. I carry sanitizer in my purse, in my car, have a tube on my desk at work, and another in my desk drawer at home. I don’t like to shake people’s hands, you don’t know where they’ve been, and when I visit my young nephews, as super cute and loveable as they are, I am often running back and forth from the washroom, scrubbing their icky, germ-infested whatevers off me.

But nothing beats my fears of pools and hot tubs. They are like serious sesspools of disgustingness! There’s urine, and hair, and spit, and snot, and toenails, and athlete’s foot, and impetego, and oh man, I don’t want to even think of what else might be floating in there. And yes, yes, I know, I regularly submerge myself in the public pool, but that’s only because I’ve seen the benefits of aqua jogging – huge benefits.

But hot tubs, there is no redeeming factor of hot tubs. Nada, zilch, zippo, none, not one. I kid you not, the second you step into one, it’s like you’ve got instant creepy crawlies crawling up your butt – why would anyone want to subject themselves to such horror?

And this my friends, is where the confession must be made.

Okay. Are you ready for it? Here we go: Iwentintoahottub!!! EEK! I wasn’t forced, I wasn’t pushed in, I wasn’t sleep walking, I wasn’t brainwashed, I wasn’t hypnotized… I did it all on my own. Let the shame sink in. When Mario and I were in Sonoma, we had a hot tub on our patio, and when I saw it, it didn’t even register that it would be something I would be partaking in. But after Mario’s gran fondo, I was cold, like really cold, and there was no bath, and I didn’t want to get my hair wet, and I was cold (I know, I know, no excuses) and so, into the tub I went. Ewww! And not even then did I jump out, nope, I sat in that sucker for a good 15-20 minutes – that’s like 20 minutes of germs up my butt! The shame! The shame!

And because I didn’t have a bathing suit (I never go into hot tubs or pools for that matter when on vacation EVER) I went in there with my underwear and sports bra on.

And now, the real reason for the confession: my sports bra stinks! (I likely would not have EVER admitted to this had I not been struggling with the stinky bra.) The hot tub date occurred two nights before we left for home, and I thought for sure the sports bra would dry out in time, but it did not. Instead, it developed a stink. I’ve washed it a bijillion times, tried washing it with vinegar, stuck it in the dryer (which I never do) added multiple Bounce sheets to the load, but to no avail. It smells like there’s some serious mildew growing in there. Ewww… another reason why NEVER to go into a hot tub.

Constant reminder of the shame 🙁

I have other sports bras, quite the collection in fact, but the thing is, I really like this one. So now, my question(s) to all of you: Is it salvageable? Is it shot? Is it time to get a new one? Or, fingers crossed, could there possibly be some miracle remover of the stink that I have not yet tried?


  • 6:15 p.m. BG before: 7.7
  • Temp. basal: (none)
  • Time: 1 hour (no arm work b/c of the torn bicep tendon)
  • 7:30 p.m. BG after: 5.4
  • Temp. basal: (none)

4 thoughts on “Coming clean”

  1. You can try this stuff called “soak”. You can buy it at Sears and it doesn’t even need to be rinsed out! I would leave it soaking in cold water with the detergent and then just follow instructions on the bottle. Its worked for a lot of my stuff! Best of luck!

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