So, some of you might remember that in my recent ramblings, I was in search of a good running tank top. I didn’t feel like I was being that picky; I just wanted a comfortable, nice fitting tank top in a breathable, quick dry fabric. I shopped at all of the usual suspects – REI, Transports, and See Jane Run – over the last couple of months, yet I failed to find anything to my liking. I was sad. Very, very sad.
Then, this morning, I came across Amy‘s post about her cute running outfit for the Chicago Marathon, which she got from Lululemon. Or simply “Lulu,” as their patrons refer to it. This made me think that, “Hm, maybe I should go and check it out.” They have a reputation for making well-fitting, but pricey workout clothes.
Why did I not go to Lulu before? To be honest, I have an irrational fear/discomfort about shopping there. It goes back to the first time I stepped into the store, about 5 or 6 years ago, and being astonished at the price of their yoga pants. It was a matter of financial principle that led to an informal, one woman boycott. Then, over the years, I became annoyed about their marketing, also for no good reason. (Though this post sorta gets at my general feelings about the brand. Also, some of the comments on that post suggest that the company was founded by a racist libertarian who wholeheartedly supports sweatshops. I have not done any research on this topic and if anyone has any knowledge about this, please leave a comment below. For now, I’m putting my fingers in my ears and ignoring these rumors… la la la)
Anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures! I really wanted to get a tank top soon and try it out a few times before the Healdsburg Half. My afternoon suddenly freed up, and before I knew it, I was walking in to the Lulu store on College Avenue. I headed straight for the tank top section, barely saying hi to the overly friendly sales associates. I picked up the cool racerback in two sizes and headed to the changing rooms. The result? My torso resembled a sausage, except much less appealing. Next!
I do have to give props to one of the sales ladies, S., who was totally helpful. She grabbed 4 other styles for me to try on. There were a few unsuccessful attempts, such as:
The winner? Drum roll please…
In the end, the Swiftly Tech Racerback fit everything I was looking for, except for the price. At a hefty $48, I hope it’s everything it’s cracked up to be and then some. I was told by 2 different sales associates (after I had already decided on buying the thing) about how it was dipped in silver and so it’s anti-stink. I was even told that I don’t need to wash it very often. Brilliant!
All in all, I felt OK about my Lulu shopping experience this time around, though it freaks me out how peppy and fit all of the sales ladies are. I was afraid to stare into their eyes, for fear of joining the Lulu cult. When the cashier found out I was a runner and invited me to join the weekly running club, I felt uneasy, made a lame excuse, and looked for a quick escape. I know, I’m weird, but I’m just not a fan of that kind of shopping experience. From a local mom and pop store, maybe, but not from a national chain. It just doesn’t feel genuine to me, you know? But maybe it is, and maybe I’m just a cynical jerkface. All I know is that if I want another one of these tank tops, I’m shopping online.