I've mentioned before that I tend to dress like a homeless person at the gym.
Sweat pants, old t-shirts, dirty hair. I don't do cute workout gear or even attempt to be presentable. It seems pointless to me.
I do have a pretty delightful collection of t-shirts that make the rounds when I'm at the treadmill though.
Nice right? It's a t-shirt from a legit brothel in Nevada. I've never been there, but I saw Lorelai Gilmore wear this shirt and wanted it. Mems ordered it for me for Christmas one year. It came with a 20% off coupon. I never used it.
Pretty self explanatory, it's from the year I ran the quarter marathon, which is still my longest run ever. Till April I guess.
I've had a weird crush on Letterman since I was 11. I stood outside his studios on my one and only trip to NYC so far, but I was too young to go to his show (17). I bought this instead.
My coziest, oldest TU shirt. I love supporting my alma mater and I like to think people think I'm smarter than I am when I wear it. For all they know I got a degree in chemical engineering!
I love this shirt so much I hardly ever wear it anymore. I'm afraid any more washings will make Vinnie Van GoGo disappear. The faded image is Vincent Van Gogh's self portrait with a chef's hat added an a piece of pizza coming out of his mouth.
I got it in Savannah my sophomore year in high school. I remember loving the pizza too. I wish I could get this company to send me a new t-shirt. So so bad.
How do you dress to hit the gym?
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