I'm Confused...Is This a Gym or a Club?

Today I'm going to go on a bit of a rant.

Not a negative, hateful rant or anything, but more of a questioning, confused rant.

Because I am--and have always been--baffled by girls at the gym. Not every girl, just the ones who show up to work out with their hair coiffed and their makeup done to perfection.  

Now, before I go any further, let me make clear that I take a good amount of pride in my appearance (more than I like to admit actually). I like to look good and I'm proud of my body--mostly because I've worked for it to look the way it does.  I'm also a huge fan of cute workout clothes. I spend a decent chunk of money (when I have any) on colorful shorts, funky sports bras, and of course, high quality running shoes (I'll spend more on a pair of Asics than I ever will on a pair of heels). BUT, when I go to the gym I do NOT go to look cute. I usually go first thing in the morning, when my hair is a hot mess and I have no makeup on. I go to the gym to get sweaty and gross and feel like I'm closer to meeting my fitness goals. I want to walk out those doors with sore legs and more energy and positivity.

So, there I am, huffing and puffing and dripping sweat on the stair master, and I watch all of these beautiful girls walk past looking better suited to go to a club than climb on a treadmill. I just stare at them, a look of confusion (mixed with a bit of jealousy and disdain) plastered on my bright red face.

I've never been asked out on a date while at the gym.  Maybe this is why.

But you know what? I'm okay with that. I don't go to the gym to meet men. I go for  myself. I love working out and running and being active. It keeps me sane, gives me confidence, and is truly one of my passions. Were I to curl my hair, slather on concealer, and then head to LA Fitness, I just wouldn't feel comfortable.  Mascara would drip in my eyes during my run and I'd be so worried about my hair getting frizzy that I wouldn't be able to complete my intervals on the bike.

But to all of the girls who show up looking awesome--good for you. Keep on keeping on! I can respect and understand wanting to look nice.

As for me, I'm gonna throw my hair in a disheveled bun, leave my makeup untouched, and go get my ass kicked by a crossfit class.  I may not get any requests for my phone number, but I'm going to get a damn good workout.

XOXO!