“You look like you just did a class,” she said, giving me the once-over. I had no idea what she meant so I said nothing.
“Or swimming?” she offered, with a tight smile.
Oh, that. I’d just run 12 miles and the hair sticking out from under my hat was wet. It took me a moment to formulate an answer.
“Um, running,” I mumbled finally. “I just … sweat a lot.”
I took the paper cup of drip coffee and hustled past the condiment bar. Screw the half-and-half; I’d drink it black.
Once safely inside my car, I threw off my damp running cap and flipped up the hood of my sweatshirt in embarrassment. I wanted to dive deep into that Lululemon Scuba and never come back up for air.
Why I was sweat-shamed as I waited for my coffee at Starbucks
I mean, as long as you aren't offensive (smell-wise), do you....
I think anyone who has worked out at some point in their lives has run an errand or two immediately following the gym. When you're crunched for time, and or, trying to be time-efficient, your shower can wait. Hopefully, not too long tho
Sweat shaming, man....sweat shaming This is where we're at now.