So that's it. I give up. I cave in completely to the fact that from now until eternity I will spend the majority of my waking hours in workout clothes. Which is fine with me. I'm not a dress-up kind of gal. I turn a bit hostile anytime I'm forced to wear heels or restrictive clothing. But in doing 4 loads of laundry the other day I realized that a good 80% of it was workout gear. In addition to my 4-5 days a week of running, I'm doing 2-3 days of yoga and I just added a Tuesday night session with a trainer. I may be wearing torn, ugly, slightly foul-smelling clothes but the ideal is that I'll look buff in them.
Quick update on the trainer: my friend Kay sent an e-mail around about a month ago asking if anyone wanted to go in with her for a 10-week session with a trainer. I was the only taker. Last night was our first visit and about halfway through the session I had to laugh at myself for paying someone to shout at me, "Dena, get that booty down there girl. C'mon now."
I think this training will be great though. I am not one to push myself when it comes to resistance work. I'd rather run a mile than do a sit-up. And apparently the only way I'll ever lift something heavy is when I pay someone to stand by my side with a stopwatch and shout, "Keep breathing! Thirty more seconds! Don't you dare drop it."
I am seeing a LOT of wicking fabric and jog bra's in my immediate future. Sexy...