I watched my 16 year old son's cross country meet today in Boston. The meet was in Franklin Park, a not so good part of the city, so I dressed a bit thuggish - black watchcap, black fleece, Oakleys, combat boots. After the meet I walked back to the team area with my son and his team. He and his team mates were wearing long sleeve UnderArmour T-shirts under their running singlets.
The sleeves of the UnderArmours were flapping in the brisk fall air. After he gathered up his gear, he said "bye" to the team and walked back to the car. A little later in the car, my son said, "Dad, the guys on the team were really surprised at what different body types we have."
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"Well, they said you looked really strong".
"Yeah", I said. "...the ArmourAll stuff you wear ..."
"It's UnderArmour Dad."
"Whatever. Is that stuff supposed to be tight?"
"Yeah it is. But I bought it large so I can grow into it."
My son, he's 5'10 and 130 pounds. And he's the heaviest guy on the team. Me, I'm 5'10"ish and 205. So, I take their compliment with a grain of salt.