Of course they don't happen at convenient times. I was at the hockey rink for my 9:45pm scrimmage. I'd taken my gear in already and came back out to the car to leave my pump. They generally don't lock the dressing rooms, so I don't take chances.
I yanked the set out as I normally do. It'd been in three days and was time. After an hour on the ice, it would be ready to fall off anyway. So I'm walking away from my car and I feel warmth wetness under my shirt. I knew immediately what was happenning. I reached in to feel and pulled a blood covered hand out. ****. I only have one shirt and the blood had soaked it and was starting to seep through my red sweatshirt. I put pressure on and turn back to the car oping the DW still had a box of Kleenex in there. She did!
So I made my way with my hand in my sweat's pocket holding the kleenex tightly under my shirt and head for the can to try and wash and see how bad the staining was. First I had to dart by about 20 parents watching their kids play. Fun. I wasn't looking forward to undressing in front of 10 guys either with a blood stained shirt. It was bad too, a big red splotch about 8 inches across. I'm hoping I left an old t-shirt in my bag ...
I did. And it was red! I ducked into the can in the dressing room and did a quick change. My firefighter friend, who knows I'm D, was watching me acting weirdly. Guys usually don't worry about changing in dressing rooms. I showed him my shirt and he smiled
I had a great workout and lots of fun!
