Being embarassed is an understatement

I talked myself into committing to a 1/2 hour personal training session each week and had my 1st session last night.

In a hurry, I grabbed my boxing gear from my usual bag and just stuffed it into a smaller one. Whilst warming up on the bike, the instructor if I had my hand-wraps and yes, I did, they were in my bag. Could he take it out - yes, go ahead. Whilst he was sorting it out, what proceeded to fall out of my bag? Yes, my undies. I am only thankful that they weren't:

1) Dirty - not that he knew that
2) Bridget Jones style undies
3) Not floral nor pastel.