So I must start by stating that I am by no means an Ironman!  I enjoy riding my bike, just to ride my bike.  I am not trying to prove anything or join the ranks of the health elite.  With that said, I like to be comfortable when I ride.  I like slightly baggy shorts, let my shit hang, and a t-shirt.  Now if I was a professional cyclist, or runner, you bet I would rock some tight fitting threads.  I would probably need them...oh...and I would probably have the body for them.  I live in a fairly active major city in my region.  We have a trail that runs downtown next to a river.  As expected, many people are out enjoying it on a daily basis.  I love to ride my bike on this trail because it keeps me away from the assholes that seem to be behind the wheel of every car here!  Now, I started noticing that an increasing number of large people are feeling comfortable wearing spandex.  This is really beyond me.  I have to give it to them, they must really be confident....because I would never be caught dead in many of these outfits.  I think the marketing departments of the activewear clothing industry must really have the upper hand.  These people are shelling out major bucks to look like Lance Armstrong or Jackie Joyner,  The difference is a highly toned athlete can actually see a difference in performance dynamic, as a result of proper attire.  I guess it is just something I am not seeing.  Personally, I enjoy not having shit cling to my nuts while I try to get my bike ride on....but I would not mind owning a Greek flag speedo......
Peace

I find it funny that someone like me, a borderline misanthrope, would end up in my current career.  I mean financial services??  Really??  It goes against all of my anti-capitalist....psuedo-communist beliefs.  The same beliefs that brought me to Vermont in search of some kind of fringe-set hideaway.  Now here I am in the belly of the beast I once fought.  Oh well, I guess it is all about the experience....and the fact that it was a job that paid money....and I needed money.  So I am a  corporate whore, at least for the moment.  I can and always do laugh at that.  Work cracks me up in general.  If only the world could see what the people who manage their money were really like.  Hell, we are professional sales people....we  are paid because we can convince clients that we are who they want us to be.  It really gives me a headache.  All the bravado and conservative culture really makes me gag.  I am always amazed at how quickly these corporate types can sniff out there own kind.  They realized I was not one of them the day I showed up.  Maybe its because my pants have pleats...or are those wrinkles...who knows??  I will never wear a shirt that costs more than 50 dollars, unless I got it as a gift.  Hell these cats at work rock 250 dollar shirts...for what a couple meetings a day with senior citizens.  Most clients at my firm are so wealthy they are beyond the stage of trying to display prosperity through clothing.  They show up in torn jeans and old tennis shoes.  Who are they trying to impress??   Ha, I can't believe I just wrote tennis shoes...I haven't said that since I was 10!
Anyways, you get the point....its all smoke and mirrors.  I struggle just to put a tie on everyday.  And when I let my hair get a tad long, for this industry long is slightly over the ears, they start calling me hippy!  These people are crazy!  All they talk about is golf and renovating kitchens.  Everyone has to have a fucking high volume restaurant grade kitchen....for what....reheating leftovers from the previous nights restaurant of choice.  That brings me to another rant....why is it that rich people always think they ar kings of culinary delight!  They follow some 30 minute cooking show on how to make pasta or cook fish and all of a sudden they are wizards of fine dining.  Don't get me started on their wine cellars.....the only reason California is able to charge such high prices for shitty wine is because rich fat cats buy it by the truckload and pontificate upon its virtues at a dinner party.  If they only realized those wines are not as spontaneous as they might think.  The wine god did not grant California producers with  super special wine making powers....its all chemistry!!  They know you like fruity grape shit and they invest millions of money into labs to develop the consistency you crave!  I will take naked french people bathing in my random vintage...thank you very much! 
Peace