Today at the Y, a woman joins our spin class wearing acid washed jeans with rhinestones on the pockets, thick brown leather belt, a long sleeve silk shirt, a mohair sweater vest, and sneakers with 1 inch heels. She is wearing a fair amount of make up, and hangs her purse and winter coat from the bars of the bike. She hops on the bike and starts pedaling. The instructor does not bat an eye. Tells her to roll up her jean leg, and launches right into classes.
Other cast of characters include:
- Woman in grey leotard and red tights, straight from the 80's
- Woman with electric blue terry cloth sweatband and matching writs bands
- Man who had never been to spin class before and was wearing short short running shorts
- Woman in billowy, white ensemble, possibly form hospital, with white orthopedic shoes
In reading this description, I can actually see people in these clothes intentionally trying to be retro-ironic-annoying. But these people were not that at all. They were dressed like they normally dress at the gym, mostly in their late 40s or early 50s, just going about their business. Not an ironic bone in them. And this is why I love the Y.
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