So when I wake up in time, I like to go to the gym before work... this usually entails waking up around 6am to catch the 6:23 or 6:37am train to get to the gym between 7:30-8:00am. Which is great. I get like 20 min of cardio and then some weights in so that I rolled into the office a bit passed 9am. It's great. I feel accomplished by 10am after my morning bagel. and I'm ready for my day.
But the weirdest part of it all, is my commute in. Let's face it. If I'm leaving my house at 6:15am to go to the train to go to the gym, I'm not going to get dressed in work clothes. I'll throw it into a bag and change after the gym. So this morning, I left wearing my AXO sweatpants, my birkenstocks, and a zip up sweater. I cannot tell you how many odd looks I got. The only people travel city bound at that hour are people who are going to work. The only people who get OFF of the train at Exchange Place are going to work. All around me, people were in suits, dress pants, heels, all glitzed up. And here I am, in sweats and birks...
Of course right as I was about to round the corner to my gym, I ran into BK. BK went to my HS and Columbia with me -- we were never that close, but it was always great running into a familiar face... and I found myself blurting out -- "I'm going to gym, not the office in this!" haha.
F- it. I don't care anymore. It's raining and I like being scrubby
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