- Peculiarity of temperament
- Eccentricity
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I wear striped knee socks with my running shoes. They're not overly shocking, just grey and black and cream. Neither sock is threadbare or allows for my big toe to stick out uncomfortably, which I consider a boon. They do, however, look a tad - what's the word? - odd when paired with my sneakers, go-to workout capris, and (high school) freshman field hockey sweatshirt.
It is for this idiosyncrasy that I workout in seclusion.
[Well, and the fact that I run like one side of my body is in the process of being sucked into a black hole, but that's neither here nor there.]
Ahem.
When it comes to exercise, I do have a few quirks beyond my ensemble. There's the order in which I arrange my bike, weights, water bottle, and TV (1, 4, 2, 3). The fact that I turn the heat up when I'm warming up (heat? warming up? The connection is not lost on me). The way I roll up my yoga mat (side note: Don't you hate it when it doesn't roll evenly? If yoga's about centering yourself, my mat sure as all out has to be centered, too). Each of the aforementioned tasks is a tradition - a good luck pep talk to myself before and after all the stretching, sweating, and general chaos ensues. I see similar acts of eccentricity occur all the time and while a particular choice may look out of place from an outsider's perspective, I know it would make perfect sense if I were to spend a few minutes in that person's reality.
Without our quirks, the entire world may go down in flames. Or, you know, at least my workout and that would be a shame.
I wear striped knee socks with my running shoes. They're not overly shocking, just grey and black and cream. Neither sock is threadbare or allows for my big toe to stick out uncomfortably, which I consider a boon. They do, however, look a tad - what's the word? - odd when paired with my sneakers, go-to workout capris, and (high school) freshman field hockey sweatshirt.
It is for this idiosyncrasy that I workout in seclusion.
[Well, and the fact that I run like one side of my body is in the process of being sucked into a black hole, but that's neither here nor there.]
Ahem.
When it comes to exercise, I do have a few quirks beyond my ensemble. There's the order in which I arrange my bike, weights, water bottle, and TV (1, 4, 2, 3). The fact that I turn the heat up when I'm warming up (heat? warming up? The connection is not lost on me). The way I roll up my yoga mat (side note: Don't you hate it when it doesn't roll evenly? If yoga's about centering yourself, my mat sure as all out has to be centered, too). Each of the aforementioned tasks is a tradition - a good luck pep talk to myself before and after all the stretching, sweating, and general chaos ensues. I see similar acts of eccentricity occur all the time and while a particular choice may look out of place from an outsider's perspective, I know it would make perfect sense if I were to spend a few minutes in that person's reality.
Without our quirks, the entire world may go down in flames. Or, you know, at least my workout and that would be a shame.
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