I know you’re out there. I mean, some of you are my closest friends. And I work at a gym, so every day I’m surrounded by the type. And no matter how much I try to understand the way your eyes light up when you talk about chest presses and how you spend two hours focused on one specific muscle group— and then you repeat it with another the next day— I can’t.
I’m the kind of girl who will set her alarm to wake up at 8 am on a Wednesday morning in the hopes that she’ll get her butt up to go for a run— and by run I mean, like, three miles— but when the alarm actually goes off I’ll press “snooze” or, better yet, “off” and go back to bed for another three hours and then wake up and eat bacon instead. I’m the type that adores exercise clothing, because it’s comfy and cute and have you seen how my butt looks in a pair of lulu lemon yoga pants? Because it’s pretty great. (I’ll be honest, lulu’s doing most of the work there.) And since I do work at a gym, I get to hang in yoga pants and shorts pretty much 24/7 and I can’t remember the last time I went a day without rocking a sports bra, but the amount of time I actually spend exercising in such clothing is pretty minimal. At this point I consider it strength training AND yoga just trying to get into the tight-fitting crops.