I have recently discovered the joy of training in a full sweatsuit, especially one ugly as hell and super baggy/comfy. It makes my workouts hell. The sweat just pours off me, I feel like I’m about to throw up. I guzzle water and hate everything.
But I never stop to check myself out in the mirror. I never try to talk to any pretty ladies (because are you goddam kidding me?) I just work out. Hit it hard and go home. I already know I look ridiculous, so I don’t worry about how I look. The self-consciousness I often struggle with just evaporates. All hail the magical tacky sweatsuit.