Frumpy at 26

I eased my way back in to a training schedule at the beginning of January, freshly restocked with the most excellent running clothes that I got for Christmas. I can't get enough:

thermal pants
fleece pants
tech-fabric turtlenecks
fleece jackets
hooded jackets
cushioned socks
running shorts
t-shirts

I like that running can be an inexpensive sport, except for the shoes, but I have enough winter wear now to go two weeks without washing. Heaven!

A typical day has me up for a morning run, then to work, then to the gym and changed back into workout clothes, in which I walk the dog. Sometimes I sleep in them. This year I've been dressing in such a way that I have to change as few clothes as possible to convert from work to gym. I wear a lot of tank tops under my dress shirts and sweaters, and I wear my slip-on sneakers whenever possible.

What I'm trying to say here: I've turned into a total slacker when it comes to dressing. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, I'll wear my fleece as long as possible. I knew I had a problem when I went to the eye doctor last week wearing fleece pants and jacket over a t-shirt and shorts for the gym later. The assistant asked, "Are you a personal trainer?" HAAA!

This isn't a problem most of the time. I think it bothers my husband a little (welcome to married life, heh), and I do miss wearing cute weekend clothes. After all, working out is supposed to improve my self-image, which right now is cloaked in bulky sweats.

I'll figure it out. Meantime, I'm training for another half: finally, the Country Music Half-Marathon. Before that, a couple of 5ks.