Summer Blues

I like summer as much as the next person but I live in comfort when the thermometer sits between 22 degrees and 26 degrees, higher temperatures need not apply. Call me crazy but I don't enjoy beads of sweat pouring down my face when I've completed my look for the day. Sweat doesn't go with any of my wardrobe. Of course when I'm at the gym its a different page in the book, the more beads the better, get those carb calories out. In normal life I don't look to perspire for fun.

As soon as the sun comes out we are obliged to wear less clothes and this seems to be more apparent  when I go to the gym. Gym goers of the female kind seem to take the mantra 'less is more' far too literally for my liking. Yes, well done you have a wash board stomach, a well-achieved thigh gap and arms that rival your thighs BUT I don't need to see them all at once on the treadmill, cross-trainer and the gym floor. My idea of dressing for the gym during the summer months is moving from a full length running legging to a cropped one that sits mid calf. My t-shirt remains short-sleeved and long enough to cover what God gave me and the gym is helping me amend. If I do feel extreme heat I may tuck the short sleeves under my industrial looking sports bra, this will only happen under severe circumstances. The same rules apply for my barnet. A top knot and a thousand kirby grips are more important to me than my trainers. I don't want any loose strands sticking to my skin and by the way Miss Thigh Gap I don't care to see your sweaty hair either. Answer me this; why oh why must people, including men who care for a longer hair cut, feel the need to not befriend hair bands. Do not tell me that when you are running/sprinting/spinning/cross-training etc that it feels comfortable having your hair sticking to your neck like superglue. If you go to the gym to pull then I hope its a muscle.

I was at the gym last Friday night, I'm there most Friday nights due to lack of dates (dating isn't in season during the months of June, July and August). As I was burning those carb calories I came to the conclusion that there are two types of people who go to the gym on a Friday night:
1. Those that are single.
2. Those that who want to be single.

Obviously I fit into the first category, probably always will, until I settle for the man equivalent of a Volvo and move into category 2.

Disclaimer: The above is not likely to happen due to having higher standards than I should. Leave me in category 1 until further notice, or at least until winter when dating is back in Vogue.

These shoes are from Monday but lets face it a Wednesday can feel like Monday particularly when its long and unnecessary.