This morning my eight year old son came into the kitchen and announced that I didn’t need to buy him underwear ever again. His exact words were “I don’t like them. It’s a lot more comfortable without them and I’m going Commando from now on.”
I laughed and thought about that for a minute. I think he takes after me in that regard. I wear underwear but I certainly like to be comfortable especially so in the gym. Just the other day I saw a little, thin woman working out in a big sweatshirt, sweatpants and fur lined Crocs. It’s a little chilly in the gym sometimes but I’d definitely overheat in that outfit, plus the idea of walking around swathed in big, heavy, sweaty garments makes me cringe. Seems like a little slice of horror I can do without. She’s not the only one who dresses in outfits I can’t fathom. A couple years ago there was a guy who wore a silver space suit. It looked like mechanic’s coveralls but it was made out of shiny metallic material. He’d work himself into a tizzy and his whole head would turn red. Other than his hands, that’s all you could see. I’m sure it was supremely uncomfortable and I’m also sure he thought it was doing something good for him. I don’t care what he thought the benefits were, as far as I’m concerned nothing is worth over baking in a giant tin foil wrapping.
I like to wear body hugging clothes when I exercise. Lycra is my friend in the gym. I don’t want baggy clothes that can get caught in machines, interfere with my range of motion or cause me to overheat. I also have to have my hat on. I don’t want hair swinging round or sticking to me in wet strands. Yuck! I have lots of different hats I wear to the gym. Every last one of them is black. I’ve tried wearing other colors but I’ve discovered they drain my strength…..like Kryptonite for Superman.
I’m thankful that I’m not weird like the little lady in sweats or the guy in the silver suit. I’m also thankful that since I no longer have to buy underwear for my eight year old I’ll have some extra money for new black hats!