Why Can't We Just Tell Em?

Ok, just going to divert my thoughts from the THEN, to the Not So Long Ago to Now.  Last November or there abouts, I was listening to the radio and they were talking about the Point To Pinnacle race.  I got to thinking how much fun (was I having a moment?) it would be.  I stupidly suggested to my work mates that we should give it a go.  Sensibly only one agreed.  We put off preparing for it until February. ( spelling looks wrong)  We began walking around hilly streets and finding steps where we would exert ourselves.  We were going ok, but other things began getting in the way. We decided to prepare ourselves on our own.  Now I used to have a horse.  I didn't drive then, so every day I would do an hours walk to feed him, and another hours walk to go back home.  My journey going was hard as I would be carrying prepared food to do him until the next day.  It weighed a ton.  So what I'm getting at is I am no stranger to the long walk experience.  I began walking to the bus stop instead of driving.  This walk takes usually 25.mins.  Also I have been walking to the beach, around the promenade, and back.  This is a some what longer walk.  Every morning, I pop into the Newsagents.  I chat with the girls in there and go to catch my bus to work.  The other day I did everything as usual. I got up, had breakfast, had a shower, got dressed.  I wore, my new bright pink socks, black pants and a pale green top.  Off I went.  I drove to the car park.  I get out of the car.  I go into the Newsagents, buy a mag, chat with the girls, see a friend and have a quick catch up, and go.  I stop off at my car and put my mag inside and head off to the beach.  As I walk past the library, with people queing(?) up to go in, I think my left leg feels a bit restricted.  I'ts funny cos it felt ok before.  I look down.  What do I see?  My trouser leg is well and truely tucked into my bright pink sock!  Not a real sexy look. My question is, WHY didn't any body TELL ME?  Come on,  Do you really think thats the look I was going for?  Let me tell you, it was far from it.  Anyway... I continued on my way as soon as I rectified my fashion statement.  I thought I would push myself a bit harder so instead of huffing and puffing, I made my legs do the work, making my muscles scream out to me.  It felt bad but it felt great at the same time, know what I mean?  I finished my walk and spent the rest of the day as I usually do.  That night I went to bed.  Snuggled down with m beautiful cat Big Emee, and my two hot water bottles.  Half way through the night I woke up in agony.  No, my cat hadn't attacked me.  My KNEE was in revolt!  Obviously someones idea of pushing ones self was one huge MISTAKE!!!  My knee was more than twice it's normal size and was soooooo tight I thought it was gunna snap in half!  I have decided to postphone my hard core walking for the moment and concentrate on making sure my pants are never tucked into the top of my socks again. (Oh yeah,hahaha) One day in my lunch half hour, I saw a woman with her skirt tucked into the top of her old ladies stocking.  I squirmed with the thought of, if that was me right, I'd hate anyone else noticing, but on the other hand one person noticing, could never ever be as bad as a whole supermarket full of people noticing.  Needless to say thats probably what happened cos I didn't have the courage (and didn't want to have the privelidge of devastating her) to say anything. Sorry Luv. Fashion Bloopers can be amusing for the on looker, not too sure about the Fashion Bloopette.  See Ya.