Look into my closet, and you’ll find that I own many Adidas polo tees. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely not an athlete. I never considered myself one. In fact, when I was younger, I was in the Trim and Fit club.
“Eh faster leh,” Adam was a whole metre ahead of me.
“Ugh,” I grunted while being forced to run around the assembly hall. I tried to catch up to kick Adam in the butt.
TAF club stands for many things. One of my closest friends, Adam, joked that if you turned the letters around, it would be FAT. Adam had a sense of humour that kept me going. We were well aware of our body size, and we made fun of it. But I might not turn up for school if not for him and his jokes.
We were both indeed fat. Overweight. High risk for diabetes, as my PE teacher would comment.
Adam’s aunt has diabetes, and he’s told me how much of a pain it is to have to take medication for it.
In Secondary 3, Adam’s regular running efforts with the TAF club finally paid off for him.
“Eh so… I’ll be running on my own from now on leh,” I looked at the ground and mumbled.
“Yea, I want to give Hockey or Badminton a try,” Adam didn’t look at me either.
“I thought that we would be sticking together in the TAF club. Remember how we used to laugh at those guys playing hockey or badminton?” I looked at Adam. The blaring afternoon sun coming down at me, the rays made me squint a little.
“Yea… But I am tired of being in the TAF club you know. I actually want to try having a sports CCA. I don’t want to be stuck at TAF club forever.”
A moment of silence.
“I like the polo tees they wear for hockey and badminton practise,” I punctured the air with my comment.
“Me too… I got to go for the trial sessions now. Keep going and see you at Hockey or Badminton, James!” Adam slowly jogged away.
I felt a pang of… regret? A kind of loneliness. As if the sun had completely disappeared and the sky was overcast. I can’t believe it would just be me in the TAF club from now on. Me and some students from younger batches.
I had to get out, and I needed motivation.
I went home, and rummaged in my dad’s closet. I didn’t find any polo tees.
I looked into my piggy bank, and took out a few dollar notes.
At the sportswear shop, I looked around for a polo tee, trying to avoid the gaze of any sales people. I didn’t want them to ask about my size. I didn’t know if I would even fit into a polo tee sold here.
Then my eyes stopped on an Adidas running tee. It was a yellow polo tee, but made for running. I found the largest size and checked the tags.
“Adidas Singapore, sportswear designed to keep you as cool as you look.” I read the tag out loud.
Then I counted my cash, and walked up to the cashier to pay for it.
The next day was a Saturday, but I knew that from that day on, I had to practise running on weekend mornings. I went home, cut the price tag off and saw if I fit into the polo tee.
It was a very close fit. But I didn’t want to look at myself in the mirror. It’s hard, because I’m sure I didn’t look like the guys who play hockey or badminton.
The next morning, I went to run at the park below my house. Alone, but together with my new Adidas polo tee.
3 months later, during the health check, the TAF club teacher told me that I had graduated from being in TAF club. I couldn’t believe my ears. I had put in extra effort to run every Saturday morning for the past 3 months!
It was true though, the polo tee that initially fit me when I bought it, was now too loose.
And that marked the start of my fitness journey. I joined Adam in the badminton team, just 3 months after he had joined.
Until today, I have sort of been collecting Adidas polo tees. It’s the epitome of smart casual meeting sports performance. I can wear it in almost any setting, and it’s versatile enough to pair with shorts or long pants.
Now, I look into the mirror whenever I put on an Adidas polo tee.