If fashion is fun and fitness is a necessary evil, then combining fashion and fitness must equal a fun, necessary evil. (Think indulging in an extra-moist red velvet cupcake or drunk texting your ex-boyfriend.)
Multiple times a week I go from class to the gym and back to class, so fit fashion often turns into another equation in my life. Working out creates a long list of questions toppling over in my brain …
Can I make it from Ping to Ellis for class in five minutes? Am I wearing the right running shoes? Are they cute? Too pink? What should I eat after I workout? Should I eat? Is this t-shirt too sweaty? What about those weird freaky shirts that keep you cool by eating up sweat? I wonder if that girl works out? What about yoga? Should I do yoga? The shorter my Soffes the faster I’ll run? Pantsless?
Keeping in stride is not about amping up the speed on your treadmill – to make sure it’s faster than the girl next to you, of course – but it’s also about what keeps you motivated. My motives are to stay in shape and look damn good while doing it. That way when I crank out ten cheater pushups while on my knees during bootcamp, the other workout divas will at least leave saying that my bright yellow Under Armour tank is cute.
Hiding fashion in the closet until the weekends would be so boring.
Now for the dirty details. This is how my fitness fashion took off like a rocket: I have big boobs. Naturally, I am a curvy girl, and I am okay with that (after years of burning Victoria’s Secret swimsuit editions) as long as I stay strong and take care of my body by hitting the gym. All busty girls know this means one thing – finding the perfect sports bra! I purchased a few, but one particular Adidas “comfort bra” hugged the girls snug as two bugs in a powder blue-and-white rug. It even had a back clip and I never had to wrestle it over my head while getting my arms stuck up in the air. It was the perfect holster whether I was running or bouncing around in a cardio dance class.
I thought it was cool.
But, as I flung it over my closet door after drenching it one sweaty afternoon, my roommates got curious. They could not figure out why I was wearing a nursing bra. EW. Shocked and a little embarrassed, I grasped the thing with clenched hands, rubbing my fingers over the fabric indentations of contrasting colors. What did look like nipple flaps were only extra padding to keep the girls perky until at least through my twenties. But it was still gross.
That is the moment I first realized some aspect beyond comfort has to exist while working out, especially if you are not a young mother.
Each morning I open my eyes, scan my email and read at least 200 (okay, not even really 50, but a good many) fascinating web articles pumped out by outlets such as Shape, Fitness, Cosmopolitan and Pinterest. I look for pictures, words and links that catch my eye about the latest fitness tips, diet trends, cute kittens and gear.
Even if I never have a perfect body or model for a Victoria’s Secret ad, I can still work toward having the perfect body for me. It’s a journey.
And that is what fitness fashion means to me in 500 words or more, teacher. Let’s explore and learn together while looking flirty, fashionable and fit.