I am a rainbow every time I go to the gym, no joke. Rarely do my clothes match. It’s bad. Maroon shirts find their way on top while pink socks show up on my feet. Seriously, I have made that choice more times than I would like to admit. Yesterday, however my neon yellow shirt, gray capris and neon yellow laced gray sneakers all matched. I didn’t realize the nature of my actions until I made it all the way to the gym. Based on my observations, people don’t wear bright colors at the gym, and I tend to wear a lot of different colors (not all at once) so I unintentionally stand out any way. I made the mistake once wearing a pair of light purple sweat pants. Not only was I chastised for wearing sweat pants, which I didn’t read in the by line of the gym contract that they were a faux pas, but that the color drew attention to me. One of the ladies commented that she “would never wear a color that drew attention to myself.” Really, well I love all the attention on me right now with my bright red face because you decided to open your mouth, thank you very much.
I pretty much decided after that conversation, I really didn’t care what I wore to the gym and I really didn’t care what people thought of my clothes. I get a lot of compliments on my sneakers. I don’t buy them to be a fashionista rather I buy them for the purpose they were meant for-cross training. No one compliments my 10-year-old t-shirts (they are from my Y days, and yes they have the year 2002 on them). Even my husband makes fun of me for continuing to wear them past their prime. They suit their purpose and I am comfortable. Half the battle right?
When I show up for Saturday’s Body Pump class in my neon yellow/gray combination, no one made a comment to me. Did I stand out? Probably. There was another girl there with bright lime green shorts, but she had on a black tank top and black sneakers. I didn’t realize the nature of my actions until Zumba time. Our instructor decided to turn on the black lights, which she does at times. I lit up like a Christmas tree. Oh great this is going to be awesome! Then the real ass kicker. She announces that today is National Dance Day and we are going to be videotaping a new dance routine. How did I get so lucky? So away we go struggling to learn the new steps, at least we were able to practice a few times before taping. Just when I start to forget about how matchy I am, one of the ladies says “well I think you are going to be the only one who is visible on that tape.” Lovely. I could not think of a witty comeback. She had a point. At least most of the choreography was accurate so the viewers of this tape won’t think I am a lost member of the Blue Man group.
So will I wear that outfit again, probably. If people want to stare, let them. If people want to make comments, let them. I go to the gym to sweat, have fun, and push myself. If I happen to match while I am doing all this consider it a bonus, but trust me I don’t put much thought into what I am wearing. It just ends up soaking wet any way.