So basically, I wear heels everywhere. Even the grocery store. Usually accompanied by skinny jeans. This past weekend was no different as I decided to get a pedicure while waiting on the boyfriend to finish training. I accompanied one of the other fighter's wife to a nail salon near by. The thought crossed my mind about being able to raise up my jeans, but I had done it before and didn't see the need to worry. Forgetting that it was the first time I had worn these particular jeans to get a pedicure.
Once my jeans got halfway up my calf, I felt some pressure, but it was too late. I was already here, OPI color in hand, massage chair kneading, I had to push through and get my jeans up. I was able to pull them to my knees, making a joke that I thought my circulation was being cut off. Toward the end of the pedicure, I did experience some discomfort and tried to adjust accordingly. That was the point that I realized there would be no adjusting at all, my jeans were so tight. I figured I would just have to wait until the nail technician finished so that I could utilize both hands, and not risk messing up her work by making any sudden movements.
I noticed that my leg was starting to turn slightly purple, so I began trying to work it however I could to loosen the death grip my jeans had on me. They weren't budging. I was laughing about it, to disguise my panic, then the nail tech jumped in to helped and she laughed with me, too. Then she gave up. Then I really started to panic. I could feel my face flush and the temperature start to rise. What was I going to do? Cut myself out of my jeans??
My new friend suggested I stand up and try to pull my jeans down. That failed. Then she said, "I'm sure the guys have some scissors at the gym we can use!" to which I responded, "I can't go back to the gym like this!" Could you imagine? I would have died if I had to walk back into the gym with these new death-capris and ask my boyfriend to CUT them off of me. I knew what had to be done. I needed to go into the bathroom and reenact the Friends episode where Ross can't get his leather pants back on and has to use any substance surrounding him. As I was looking around the bathroom for baby powder, lotion, oils, I was shocked to find myself in a salon bathroom with none of the mentioned items! In fact, it looked like a supply room for a pool, but that's neither here nor there.
I knew it was do or die time. I had to manage to pull these suckers down, or risk public humiliation and sacrifice my favorite jeans. I took a deep breath, and prepared for battle. I actually had to take my jeans off, and attempt to use the legs to be able to get them un-stuck. A few minutes, and several expletives later, I got them down to my ankles. I ignored the pain and walked out as if if was never a big deal to begin with (when in reality, I had been having a full-blown meltdown internally). My pedicure was a success, my jeans are still in tact, and I have some of my dignity left.
I wouldn't quite say the pain was worth it. I should've opted for sneakers and sweats that day. Don't worry, the bruising is much better now and the red/purple rings faded after about 12 hours.
