People hate sports. They loath gym. It disgusts them to go on a sweaty run. And even when they think they love it and can’t live without it, they simply lie to themselves. That’s why all those Instagram fitness-celebrities get so many ‘likes’ for their stupid posts – ordinary dudes and chicks just make their routine sacrifice to the gods, kinda thinking: ‘Okay, I ‘liked’ that bitch’s stomach, therefore I’m free from the gym slavery for today!’ I agree, their logic is a bit weak, but nowadays no one cares about logic. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have cronuts!
The only reason you would truly wanna go and sweat for an hour is when you’ve got mint gear on you. Nice kicks, perfect hoodie, good fit sweatpants – all that. Now it’s a different story! Now you can actually enjoy running, stretching of whatever. Because right at this moment, you look like you belong. It doesn’t matter to where and whom – to those Insta-fitness-gods, to your ripped girlfriend, or that pumped dude from the yoghurt ad. What matters is that now you’re kinda like ‘them’, and not just a sad, miserable ‘you’ you used to be. So gear up, stand up and push up. Otherwise no ‘likes’ for you, sweetie!
And one more thing. If you think that I’m wrong, stop reading this post, go to the closest bakery, and buy yourself a cronut. I do it every time I’m confused. It’s good, innit?
Photography by: Max Lemesh