Women of 2011,
You are falling victim to a fashion epidemic. Running tights are not pants.
The time has come to give up your addiction to gym gear. Because let’s be honest, the number of times you’ve slipped on your skins does not equal the amount of exercise sessions you’ve done, huh? So, put them back in the drawer next to the Speedos, on top of the goggles – back where they belong.
It’s a tough move but you can do it. I, too, was addicted.
There was a time when a pair of Lorna Jane’s would take me through from sunrise to sunset without absorbing so much as a bead of sweat. I’d wear them to breakfast with friends and claim I was going for a walk later that day. A lie. I’d wear them to the shops and pretend I’d just been at the gym. A lie. I’d wear them to pick up my son from daycare and say I’d been working out at the park. A lie. Huff. I’d even go so far as to pinch my cheeks (the facial ones) just before jumping out of the car to give them a rosy hue.