After the run in with the radio show I feel the pressure to be pristine at the gym. I’m wearing the best outfits. I bought new, non-smelly shoes. I’m working out hard because I feel like people are watching. They are watching, and they’re starting to nit pick.
My trainer, Dex, (oogle his body here) made a comment about the most insignificant thing, my socks. When he first made fun of my white girl, white socks, I shot back a “PLEASE! My sock color doesn’t matter. Don’t start with me right now.” It was 6:30am. I was tired, snarky and annoyed that he produced those slidy, glider things.
As I worked my inner thighs, and prayed this workout would give me “blogger legs”, I started thinking,
Should your SOCKS match your shoes?
Then I got a new pair of shoes and posted this photo on Instagram:
Why does this fitness fashion blogger look like a 90-year-old at a retirement community in South Florida?
My white socks were a horrific addition to my outfit, they had also given me cankles. I couldn’t believe it, my sock choice had ruined everything.
From now on, I will match my sock to the shoe it inhabits, or forego socks at all. Next stop, Target, for no show socks in a variety of colors.
Do you think this takes fitness fashion too far? Or is Dex right?