When I go to the gym, I go to work out. I don’t really care about how I look or if I have the dreaded VPL (Visible Panty Line) etc. I go to the gym to sweat and hurt and work my butt off (literally hopefully!). I don’t noticed anyone else there, unless they’re too funny to ignore. Examples of this include Grunting Guy, Parachute Pants Man and Full-Face of Makeup Female. Otherwise, you’re off my radar.
Not so everyone else I’ve learnt.
Friday night I’m out with some friends and we’re waiting in line while it was raining. This guy in suede shoes comes running up and scoots under the awning with us. All fine, considering there was nobody behind us. He starts chatting to us, or rather me (he kinda ignored my friends) and then looks at me and proclaims
“I know you. You work out at my gym, the [redacted]! You’re there with a trainer most days”
Damn. People actually notice me there? Forget the fact that I’ve never seen him there, now I’m starting to think I need to actually pay attention to what I wear. I have ONE gym outfit that looks good (thank god for lululemon) but what I like about my gym is that it generally isn’t a pick-up joint. At least not to me. Naive?
Forget the fact that this guy turned out to be slightly arrogant (never trust someone wearing suede shoes, blue or otherwise), I’m now slightly paranoid and overly aware of my gym going attire.