I wouldn't say I'm addicted to exercise, but given my current thrice a week habit (ignoring the vacation slump obviously), it would be fair to say that this exercise lark has got me thinking like a seasoned pro - at least on the style front.
I've always aspired to getting the right look for any occasion, so hitting the gym more than once a week has opened up a whole new scurrilous web of shopping possibilities that I had never taken seriously before.
In the past, my rare trips to the house of pain would have meant merely donning an old tee and perhaps tightening the dog chewed laces on my trusty Dunlops. Fast forward to the new Pilates popping, personal trainer toting, boxing bitch that I've become and it seems my sartorial style has come into question.
In Stepford at least, it seems that one should be concerned about the 'matchy matchy' apparel that you appear in each day. The bap squishing bra top is indeed meant to sit neatly and in a color co-ordinated manner under your barely there vest top. Your super scientific hoody should posses the correct 'wicking' power to ensure not a drop of sweat sullies the pristine gym equipment, and don't even start me on the leggings thing - knee skimming/calf length/shorts or boot leg/yoga pant/spin skinny to name but a few.
Luckily for me help is at hand in the form of Lululemon - my local 'go to' store in the sweaty style stakes. It offers 'matchy matchy' and then some, all with an earnest shop assistant thrown in who seems genuinely interested in which form of exercise you happen to partake - or maybe that's just the sales spiel that I get sucked into every time I push open those vast walnut and glass doors.
Now if they only just had that sweat top in a slightly different color way....
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