And then I turned jealous. Jealous because I would never wear jeans jogging. I would be afraid that an early-thirties mom of four driving her golden van would spot me and laugh. I would be afraid that I would look like a "dork" in the eyes of the "serious" joggers in the community. Because, I mean, I doooo look like a marathoner in all other aspects. And that makes me a little ashamed of myself and a bit jealous of the man who prides his own health and who is comfortable with who he is. How much money have I spent on fitness attire in the last 15 years? Enough for probably a down payment on a lake-side cabin. And why do I buy it? A). Perhaps to fool those around me into not recognizing my chubby body because the Nike swish sign across my chest proves that I am a bonafide athlete. OR B). Maybe I buy it so that after I eat at my favorite Chinese restaurant I can come home and put on something that has elastic around the waist. I probably buy the clothes for A and the reality of the situation of B.
I've strayed a bit from my topic.
I am jealous of that guy and maybe I could be a little more like him. Maybe I can be learn to be secure enough in myself to not care what people think if I don't wear athletic clothing while exercising (really, how shallow am I to even have this as a blog topic?). I mean, really. I rarely wear aprons in the kitchen or lingerie in the bedroom so I'm practically half way there. (This is where we insert Michael's voice saying, "Geeeeez, Aryn, can't you keep anything to yourself?!?!?"). No, Michael, I can't :-). Actually....that gives me an idea....I currently wear jogging pants in the bedroom so........ that means I could wear my ...lingerie... while exercising? I've officially gone over the appropriate line so I will sign off for now.
Catch you later. And wear jeans while jogging just to see what it's like and let me know how it feels.
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