I’ve been working out at the gym lately. I really don’t like to go to the gym, it’s a total pain to get dressed and drive there – I would so much rather workout at home or go for a run. But since it’s still 113 degrees and 40% humidity, taking Baby Cakes for a 5k is not in the cards until October (when the low is actually cooler than 95 degrees). Thus, the gym.
My workout doesn’t require any machines, mostly a yoga mat, a kettle bell and maybe a ball. Mostly I need some space and someone to wrangle the kiddo. A few weeks ago I was working out in the mirrored room when I became really sick of looking at pretty people walk by. I have a serious issue with people that wear lots of makeup and really pretty workout clothes to the gym. Really, a full face of makeup, hair done AND an adorablely coordinated Nike outfit? Really? Who has that much time?? If you have time to take 2 showers a day, you need a hobby.
I understand common decency, you don’t need to look like a total disaster. I refrain from wearing my over sized Georgetown Law t-shirt and I do put on some concealer and mascara because scaring people with my Night of the Living Dead impression is not nice. There are limits in my scrubiness though – some people (who shall remain unnamed) have been known to go to the gym wearing a t-shirt that is at least 10 years old and has a hole in the armpit so big, this person can put deodorant on without having to reach under the shirt. I’m just saying, there are limits people.