I’ve told this to friends before, but when I come back from a good workout, I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’m checking myself out. Oh hey mirrored surface, you and I are about to get a lot closer. Did that one 45-minute session on the Elliptical just make my calves both sculpted AND shorts ready? I think so. Did 25 flailing and half-formed sit-ups just make my body comparable to Gisele Bundchen’s? You betcha. I don’t even need steroids…I just let the endorphins from a workout take over and make me freaking crazy. As I walk back to my house from a run/crawl, I check myself out in store windows. I turn up the music in my headphones and perfect my hip hop music video strut. I take every glance that comes my way as a for-sure “that person is checking me out”. No matter that that person is likely just trying to figure out the fastest path away from such a sweaty swollen smelly mess.
About a week ago, I was taking my dog for a long-ass walk. As with the normal progression of summer, it’s been getting hotter and hotter outside. People aren’t stopping their athletic activity, but they’re sure dressing skimpier. A girl ran past me, wearing what I’d categorize as a bathing suit…if I was being generous. I didn’t even try to contain my stare as she gazelle-d her way down the street. How does someone dress like that? I am terrified to wear shorts as I thunder down the road, unwilling for the general public to be exposed to my thighs. And then I realized that I’m only several more “oh yeah, I’m so hot right now” moments away from strapping on a sports bra and bike shorts myself and taking to the streets. The thought is terrifying, but I realized that even though I didn't agree with her outfit choice, that girl was owning that sidewalk. She believed it, and it showed. So I guess if you've got it, or you think you've got it because a million endorphins are making you believe you've got it, flaunt it.