I missed out on my PT session tonight because I am working super loco hours at the moment and didn’t get home until after 8pm. My gym buddy Modern Mummy Mayhem and PT Ang bravely went on without me and messaged me details of tonight’s topic of conversation.
Yup, I’m thinking MMM and I can have a uniform, or maybe – as she suggested – we can wear each other faces on our backsides and creep a few people out.
- On the far left: a recent chocolate overload cake I made a while back, just to remind the wearer just why they are at the gym in the first place. Call it motivation, call it a cruel reminder – the rest of the gym goers won’t be able to take their salivating eyes off your tush in pump class.
- Second from the left: this is younger, brighter, 29 year old me. Is there ANY woman on the planet who hasn’t succumbed to the old glamour photography ploy at some point in her life? And why not show it to the world as you and your gym buddy star jump in synchronised harmony? Which, coincidentally, MMM and I do. We are so into doing things in time it’s kind of weird. We don’t even mean to – it just happens. PT Ang is getting used to it, but I think last week’s rope whipping synchronicity might almost have been too much for her….
- Picture 3: my legs in Mexico last year. While I do have concerns about the toe placement on this garment, there is the odd yet strangely pleasing aspect of my legs being both on the inside AND the outside of these gym pants when I wear them. Plus – Mexico. Bueno.
- Picture 4: two teenage girls spent many hours carving pumpkins at my house recently, turning them into giant, fleshy tea light holders. And throwing the pumpkin innards at each other in a ceremonial tribute to their own skills afterwards. These pants are my tribute to them.