Dressing As If You've Given Up On Life

Last year, the locker rooms were under renovation at my gym. Each morning, I headed to a tiny, co-ed space where, for obvious reasons, no one was allowed to actually change. You could take off outer garments, like jackets and shoes then put them in lockers, but that was it. In addition, the space was so cramped, you had to be a contortionist to remove and stow an item. To be fair, there was a place for women only where I could have changed, but it looked like the set from Stranger Things, so I avoided it. I’m not complaining—that’s just the way it was.