Sometimes I feel like I’m “puttin’ on” when I put on real workout clothes. I am clearly not an athlete, I don’t have even have a strict workout schedule (obvi since I have an infant), and do brisk walks around Lake Merritt with a jogging stroller even count as an actual workout? I always feel like one of the real joggers I pass on the street will suddenly stop, point, and scream at me like a bodysnatcher.
But whatever! I sweat. I need wicking fabrics. And while I’m at it, they might as well be cute because they are expensive. Becoming a mom is really making me determined to not use all the available excuses to look craptastic. If I only get to leave the house once a day and that one time is a “workout,” I’m making it count. You’d be surprised the difference it makes! Seriously, it beats my foundation-stained sweats and an old t-shirt.What I’m Wearing: Old Navy Activewear shirt, bra, and leggings Nike Air Max 90s