Doppelganger? Perhaps not.
Recently I’ve acquired a few new gym companions, one of which is my friend Sarah.
Sarah is great to work out with because she follows my lead as I take her through my normal routines. She is not quite the gym rat that I am (I’m dating a personal trainer, what do you expect?), but she knows enough to spot me when I need help.
That said, there are some drawbacks to working out with Sarah.
Like when we show up at the gym wearing the EXACT. SAME. CLOTHES.
Yep, that right there is two gals, both sporting bangs, wearing gray 3/4 length sweatpants and baby pink tank tops.
You should have seen us doing lunges in unison while holding matching weights.
Actually, I’m glad you didn’t. Wearing matching clothes is cute when you are 12, not so much when you are… older than 12.
Something tells me we might start checking to see what each other is wearing before we go to the gym from now on.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
Reminds me of the time I saw my friends at the gym. Husband was wearing a forest green top and gray shorts. Wife was wearing a gray top and forest green shorts. I told them (sarcastically) how cute they looked and asked if they did it on purpose. They were … horrified. I’m pretty certain, like you, they checked with each other each time they dresseed before coming to the gym together.