Life's Circles

The last time I was really a "gym member" was back in college when that was part of staying social as a Greek Life member. That was back in 2005-2006 when it was still okay to wear these kinda shorts:

(Read: these are not my legs)

and any old t-shirt. I thought that this was still acceptable gym attire when I joined a gym this past February.

Somewhere in the last 8 or 9 years though, some sort of bull shit happened in the gym world, where now what you wear there is a big flippin' deal. If you're not wearing head-to-toe, skin tight yoga gear then GET OUT. If your hair isn't in a perfect pony tail and your cheeks aren't bronzed to the point of perfection then just LEAVE YOUR FAT ASS AT HOME.

So I showed up to the gym wearing my stupid shorts (in February, mind you - I blinded them with my pasty white thighs) and a Chi Omega t-shirt circa 2004 and started out on the elliptical. As I looked around me I was horrified to see that every other female in the gym looked a LOT different than I did. Forget about the fact that I was on setting 2 and they were on 12, I'm talking about the fact that they were wearing clothes that cost more than my work clothes. That jacket from Lululemon that girl was sporting? $168 big ones. The Under Armor capri pants she's got on? $99. Don't worry you guys I checked. 

They also all had just done their make up and they didn't have a hair out of place. It was like working out with female robots all around me. Beautiful, well dressed machines in the one place I thought it was socially acceptable to be in public looking somewhat gross.

Well shit! 

Screw it I quit.


at least i tried.