You know the feeling you get when you make a new change to your appearance? It may be something small like a new haircut but, holy crap… you walk out of that salon like you are owning a runway. Work it. You’re a whole new person regardless of the dirty, oily, slicked down hair you tried to hide when you ran inside just an hour earlier. It’s all a distant memory. You don’t even know who that person was, but it sure as hell wasn’t you.
I’m like that with running clothes. For some reason, when I pull on new clothes and head out, I feel legit. I’m no longer a 5k racer drawing attention because I’m making an awkward and squinty duck face due to sweat dripping into my eyes and not being able to breathe. People are staring at me and whispering because I’m a pro. They are so impressed they can’t look away. I can win marathons, triathlons, shit… maybe I could take on Usain Bolt in the next Olympics. The clothes make me confident, motivated, and when I put them on I’m convinced I look like I’ve lost 10 pounds. Who doesn’t want to look 10 pounds lighter? Viva la compression pants.
Or, maybe you actually have lost 10 pounds before. The first time you walk by a mirror and catch a glimpse of yourself at a new angle is like meeting a stranger. You stop. Lift your shirt up to see a little better. Suck in. Flex your arms. Twist around to see your glutes. Well, hello you sexy bitch. Should you try to find a modeling agency? Make a foray into porn? You know you would be successful at either because your confidence is renewed and you’re ready to share your gift with the world. You sexy beast, you.
Happiness and confidence… they are just a state of mind, people. Own it and get on with your bad self.
(PS- I’m not ashamed to admit I’m the lunatic in all of these examples)