Workin' it out

There comes a time in every girl's life where she looks through her closet, tries everything on and comes to the conclusion that she needs to go back to the gym. Now, there was a time when I worked out 6 days a week for 2 hours at a time, with a plan for competitive bodybuilding kindling itself in the back of my mind. I build muscle pretty easily, and-- nowadays, it's not just She-men competing, but there's also a a "Figure" competition judged on overall toned-ness and proportion. But I digress!

When I went back to school, I realized that that pace couldn't possibly be maintained and so, dreadingly, cut back. Way back. For me, it was all or next-to-nothing. So now, a couple of years later, I'm missing that connection to my body (and my wardrobe), so I'm packin' in and hitting the gym.

My decidedly unglamorous workout rotation of black leggings and a ripped-up t-shirt needs replacing, I know, so when I get back to where I want to be (this time, with moderation, but I think already my bodybuilding glimmer-of-a-dream is resurrecting itself...), I might reward myself with some Stella McCartney for Adidas...



I love love love her outerwear, and she makes a mean tennis dress as well!


I don't lie kids... ! Le sigh! I gotta learn tennis...



Another gym-outfit issue I have is that a) I walk a mile or so to class, so I like to make my burdens light and so b) often end up wearing fug gym clothes to class. Unacceptable! The above is totally my ideal "Class first, pilates second" outfit... the hoodie is so irresistibly feminine, and yes, fleece. Bust out your little ballet flat sneakers for the gym; slap on a sequinned skirt and some heels for (pun?) class.

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