One day on my drive to the tanning salon, which was just a few minutes from my house, I realized that, if I lived in the city, I could easily walk the distance.
However, I’m an impatient person and walking takes too long, so I decided I’d run it. You inevitably smell like tanning booth when you leave anyway (I describe this as a medley of tanning lotion and sanitizer, which kind of smells like Malibu Rum, which I hate), so what’s a little perspiration added to the mix?
I clocked the distance on Gmaps Pedometer, which is an amazing site if you’ve never heard of it, and figured out that it was .98 of a mile. Seriously do-able.
That was 4 years ago and, while I no longer tan, I recently started running again and I’m up to 3 miles 2-4 times a week.
Unfortunately the weather is getting colder and, thanks to daylight savings time, it’s now dark when I get home so I need to figure out an alternative. So it looks like I’ll be doing the unthinkable: joining a gym.
The beauty of running is that it’s free and, as an added bonus, you don’t have to talk to anyone. With my headphones on “I’m in the zone, Chief” and no one can bother me. I also get to wear a frighteningly beat-up workout ensemble of old college/bar/vacation t-shirts and lacrosse shorts or cotton leggings. But now, while I don’t plan on socializing while I’m at the gym, I know I’m going to feel out of place if I don’t look the part, at least a little bit.
So tonight I’m going to Old Navy , armed with a 30% off coupon that also gives to charity, to spend as little as possible on active wear.
I hate paying money to replace my perfectly functional ratty old lax shorts, complete with paints stains from a summer gig a few years back, but at least I’ll be doing good for charity. And working out improves my mood, which is charity for the people who have to see me everyday as well 🙂