I left the gym this morning with my usual gym attire – black Costco yoga pants and t-shirt that was on top of the pile of clean laundry. As i was leaving a young lady was entering, now young for me is anyone under 40, this young lady was perfectly dressed in matching yoga pants and sports bra, hair looked perfect and even her eyeliner was perfectly drawn.
I looked at her and wondered when did i change from being dresses to the T for the gym or for anywhere else to looking like something my dog dragged home 99% of my time. Could it be the fact that i’ve been married for more than 30 years, the fact that i’m not really a girly girl or maybe the problem is that i really don’t have the patience or that i really don’t care. The fact it that if i need more than 10 minutes to get ready it is too much for me.
After pondering my gym outfit existence my brain continued on the crazy path, why bother looking so good for the gym? If i would have been single and looking i would have gone and dressed like this in the afternoon as the morning crowd at the gym is a different demographic than i would thing a young lady would be looking for, but then again what do i know.
From there i continued on this very weird thinking path and realised that maybe that’s her motivation in the morning to get up and go to the gym and it probably works for her. For me, it’s a different story, i really dislike the gym and i really love the disheveled mom look, a look that i really perfected over the years and as the Collin Raye country song goes – That’s my story and i’m sticking to it!
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