T he last time I wore a baggy pair of joggers and an oversized T-shirt for a run was ...

hmm. Now, when was it? You know, I don’t actually think I have a scooby when that was. How funny.

How very millennial of me. How much of an attention-seeking, hot-pants-so-short-you-can-nearly-see-my-buttocks cliché that makes me. You guessed it.

I am part of the itty-bitty workout gear crew. I’m a runner predominantly, but I dabble in the gym, and my uniform no matter the time of day or year is as follows: shorts (tight), Lycra top (tight and long-sleeved in winter; cropped and short in summer), socks and trainers. Everything is colour-coordinated.

Oh, and headband when it’s extra cold. Why do I bother trying to keep my.