Oat and Aboat

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Turn to the left....turn to the right

Now can you spot me while I bench?

I know in college all the sorostitutes used to craft "slob" outfits to go to the gym. I'm pretty sure that makeup isnt part of a workout, but who am I to make that call? They used to get all dolled up and put on their finest "dirty" clothes. It was ridiculous.

So tonight at LA Fitness, it looked like a freaking fashion show. People were wearing their just-pressed college athletic t-shirts. There was a velour track suit in the mix. Socks were matched to shorts and shirts and sneakers and underwear. People were even using their iPod headphones as accessories.

Don't get me wrong, I am all about looking good. At the gym, however, I could care less. I am grunting and sweating and straining myself in unnatural ways. I smell. I have unsightly pitt-stains. This does not sound like a recipe for picking someone up. In fact, if you are wearing that one-size-too-small shirt to show off your body, dont you think that should just speak for itself? If you've got it flaunt it, but for the love of all that is holy, do not spend more time getting ready than you plan on spending at the gym.

By the way, standing around talking to your friends does not mean that you were at the gym for two hours. It means you were socializing for an hour forty and walking from machine to machine for the other twenty.

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