The end of my sports head

When the salads arrive at the editorial office, May and I run to our gym on the corner. Just a quick boxing match or boot camp. Very healthy, but unflattering. May looks like nothing ever happened within a nanosecond, I still sit for at least an hour cooling down behind my desk with a face like a buoy.

While exercising it’s really not much better, but I ignore that. Thank goodness there are no mirrors, I can only imagine how red and heated I look. But I’m not there to be pretty, I always think I’m there to become that. Still, I also want to kick a punching bag looking good sometimes. Suddenly, I received a package from Clinique, a spórt package. People, I’m getting sports mail, my very first. With post-workout wipes, a neutralizing face powder, a mattifying moisturizer, a mascara that survives your workout, and a foundation that keeps you matte on the mat. What a find, what a solution. It’s all sweat-resistant too, how convenient, especially for me. This is another one in the category of ‘you didn’t know you needed it, but you never want to be without it again’. Thanks, Clinique Fit.