So, cozy cardio is a thing now. Seriously? People are actually working out in pajamas, surrounded by candles, like they’re trying to summon some kind of fitness spirit from beyond. How did candlelit cardio become the new self-care ritual? Are we so desperate to avoid the gym that we’ve decided to turn our living rooms into a fitness altar, complete with mood lighting and possibly some Enya playing in the background? It’s not even about the workout at this point, it’s more like an excuse to stay in loungewear and convince ourselves we’re doing something. Like this is supposed to be the latest innovation for people who can’t stand the pressure of public gyms.
Don’t get me started on the sensory overload nonsense. I mean, really? Who couldn’t handle a little background noise and fluorescent lighting? Apparently, everyone. Because now we have to make our workout space as cozy as possible to avoid ‘gymtimidation’. Please. Weren’t gyms meant for a good sweat and possibly admiring oneself in a mirror or two? Instead, we’ve turned fitness into some weird pajama party where the only guest is our Netflix subscription.
If you’re so overwhelmed by the idea of going to the gym, maybe just admit you don’t like exercising? I dunno. Slippers shouldn’t be part of the gear you grab before breaking a sweat. Whatever.