“Should we hit the gym today?”, he asked. “Oh, gym. F*uck.” And then the drill spins around in my head like crazy. “Yes, today is a gym day!”, I said to myself. “Why?”, you may ask yourself. Because it’s the “doing my hair day”. Now guys be like: “Dafaq?” and girls be like “I hear you, girl!”.
So, it’s basically a pity not to go to the gym the day you do your hair. Unless you have the perfect hair and you can just wash it everyday with no styling whatsoever. What’s your name and how do you do it? Or you have the time and patience not just to wash it daily, but also to style it daily. Uh, that would mean gym daily. It’s the rule.
Imagine that! Your hair and your body perfect everyday.
Neah, who wants perfect? I do. No, really? Really! I am a foodie and a lover of the second-day hair. The laid-back-had-a-wonderful-night hair. And this is transforming into a hairy situation, when it all began with the gym situation. You see? This is how important hair is to us, girls. We have to coordinate the hair day with the gym day. Come ooon! Who just goes to sweat after blowout? And coconut embellishment. News anchors!
And I’m talking gym sweating. Not “hmhm” sweating. This one just makes the hair look better. Awesome!
The gym is not really my thing. I do it because I have to do it. And because I love food. And because, lately, I get to watch Ally McBeal while on the treadmill. Yes, just like laying on the couch and watching tv. Not.
Talking about coordination.
They say a coffee an hour prior to your routine will do magic. And it will. It’ll boost your energy. Your mood. Your inner sense. And pleasure! Pleasure? Yes! Yes, yes!
Now you know.
Going to gym is low key and time for yourself to be with yourself. But doesn’t clothing feel the same? Don’t you feel better when you’re wearing something you like? Not better. Awesome? Just put your favourite workout outfit on, if you have one. “Oh, c’mon, does it really have to be about outfits here, too?”. Of course not. It’s about joy.
Bring your bf or wear him. Or just a colour that brightens your eyes up. Or just black. Head-to-toe black. Leave me alone kinda black. It’s me, my music, my world for a whole hour. Hell yeah! Music is crucial.Don’t you hate that workout music? Jees. Whatever sets you on and gets your butt moving. Your dreams. Your crush. Your memories on your ipod, for God’s sake!
Don’t you feel like working out now? No? I hear you. Hit the club and dance tonight! Same thing. Best thing.