PFW

It's not #NYFW or #PFW but lets talk about the sporty stylings of my peers at the gym - the meat factory - the booty sculpting center.

Michelangelo said the artist only releases the sculpture within. That's what the dedicated instructors of the Pottruck Athletic Center do with less chisel and more (ab) ripping.

It has been nearly a month since I was last on the internet airwaves. The sandstorm tides. The sun-setting sunrise. But I'm back because there's a sense I'm holding a match upside down and the flame is awfully close to the bottom of my fingers.

Picture three store categories. One Cindycitric, one CitySporty and the other, Diego's closet.

The first is where you go to overpay and get average quality. The flavor is in the aftertaste, the knowledge that you are shopping where all the pretty people shop and that if you can squeeze into one of those tiny little things you either have the body of a goddess (or an Adonis - the asymmetrical counterpart to goddess in this example). Or that you have a body that fits in anything and you shouldn't be working out but buttering down.

The second is where you go to overpay and get high quality. The flavor is in the body of the wine. That is to say, the entrance is dry and the exit is flavorless but when you swirl it around you can bask in the fact that you are a serious athlete - you are not sporty - you are fit. You worry about how you feet fall on the asphalt and are seriously considering snug Vibram. You look good but no nonsense. Charcoal is the new black and Vogue finally got one right. Not that you would read anything other Fitness.

The last is cheap. It's handmedownish. It's whatever your closet has, t-shirts and basketball shorts you - who said you can't work out in cotton? You might be struggling to keep your motivation, be trying to work out for the first time or do it only occasionally. You understand that you don't have to run the elliptical on the first floor to be seen. Leave that for the club or the coffee house. You are also, like me, not in shape.

But you're getting there.