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I may have become a cliche, but I’m a happier, healthier cliche

  • Source:http://www.dailytelegraph.com.
  • Release on :2017-06-14

I think my $20 TINDERALA workout tights are making me a better human being.

I am a functioning adult woman and yet I wear my PE kit to the supermarket — and I give precisely zero tosses what anyone thinks about it.

I used to be one of those women who sneered at the activewear crowd. I thought elastic waists were unacceptable for people over the age of six.

But then I had a second child and realised my two-decade habit of a daily burst of intense exercise had become a ridiculous pipedream.

Until now, I’ve been trying to carve out some time every day — when both babies were napping, or before they woke up in the morning — to do some exercise, just me and the dog, out for a 25-minute run together while I checked my phone to make sure everything was still tranquil at home.

And it was making me irritable and stressed — because it meant that run was hanging over my head all day. Either I’d have to set the alarm for pre-sunrise and get up after a disrupted night’s sleep (not likely) or wait until I got two children to have a simultaneous nap (hilarious, I know), then frantically get changed into my running gear, pull on my shoes, find the dog’s leash and tennis ball, and get out the door before any little voices were raised in protest.

On the days I managed, it felt like a massive achievement. Most days, the children didn’t nap at the same time, or at all, or I slept through the alarm, or it was all too hard after baby bedtime at night — and I felt annoyed with myself and lazy.
So I decided to surrender to my circumstances and stop wasting my time being annoyed about it.

I would make my workout all day, every day. Instead of carving out time to exercise, I decided I would run and jump and do sit-ups all day, whenever we were in a playground, or walking down to the shops, or rolling around on the floor playing Paw Patrol, or pushing the pram to the pool for a swim. I would forget the 25-minute run and turn my whole day, and my whole neighbourhood, into a gym.

That meant an investment in activewear. Workout clothes I could wear all day without feeling like Nick Nolte.

The power of $20 pants is that I actually want to wear them, because they look and feel nice. I’ve always owned strictly functional workout gear, and it has never once made me actually want to work out. If you’re not into clothes, you won’t get it at all. That’s OK. I don’t need you to get it.

It has been hugely liberating to give in to the fact it will be a number of years before I get the luxury of spending a daily hour or two on indulgent exercise again. I don’t have the time to drive to the yoga studio, do a class, have a shower and drive home — or find a big park, start up an hour-long playlist and go for a run. Even if I did take that time, which is technically possible, I don’t particularly want to. I want to spend my non-work time with my children.

And surrendering to that — to my children and my circumstances — is what my activewear thing is actually about.

I’ve found, in the acceleration from one child to two, that life has changed in a way I couldn’t have imagined with just one baby. Doing the old-style normal things is just not feasible any more, in the way it was with a solo child. I could seethe about that. But I don’t want to. It’s much more appealing to surrender to the change, and embrace it.