Over Thanksgiving, my mom and I went to the gym a couple times. Now, the closest one to us (maybe 1.5-2 miles away, still in LH), is kinda ghetto, and by kinda ghetto, I mean really ghetto. The nice ones are 3-4 miles away, in Aliso Viejo. So basically, you have very few hip, cool, young people. What you have mostly are very old men.
One of the old men was maybe in his mid-to-late 60s, he was a very slender gentleman, and he was wearing short shorts (!), a tank top, and knee-high socks. It was quite an image.
Another gentleman was very interesting, too. He was 50-ish, on the chunkier side, but his outfit might've been even better: denim shorts (!), a dark polo shirt, black mid-calf socks, and white walking shoes. It really was magical.
Who knew you could be so entertained at the gym?
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entertainment like that would almost be enough to make me want to go to the gym. almost.
How do you exercise in denim?
It can't be easy. Luckily they weren't tight denim shorts.
yikes. I think that there should be a rule against short shorts at the gym...ew...
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