Dear Universe,
I love workout pants. I originally purchased them to train for my first half marathon (which promptly became a limping 5K when I earned a stress fracture for my efforts). I then used them to workout at The Gym for a solid year until I got hurt by Not Exercising someplace else. I’ve worn them while doing my modified version of Hip Hop Abs. Sometimes, I follow all of Shaun T’s directions and sometimes I sit on the couch with a pint of ice cream, watching him as he tells me, “You. Are. A-MAAAA-ZING.” Yes, I am.
I went a little overboard when I first started working out and have amassed a collection of exercise pants made out of magical wicking material- all black, some capri, some long enough to trip me. It was suggested to me by Someone that I wasted my resources purchasing them as I am not as...Athletically Infused as I once was.
Waste of resources? Excuse me, but they are not JUST workout pants. They are my: airport pants, DVR binge-watching pants, reading pants, writing pants, meeting a friend for breakfast pants, doing my work pants, grocery shopping pants, going to the doctor pants, pedicure pants. But, I would never abuse them and call them my cleaning pants. That’s crazy talk!
I can dress them up with sandals, dress them down with flip flops. If I wanted to be ridiculous, I could pair them with high heels and pearls. (I only did that once...long story.)
I do not wear yoga pants (except for the one pair I bought accidentally and was too busy to return so they are my “all my workout pants are dirty” pants). They are not forgiving to those of us who actually like to eat dessert. A friend of mine posted that she was in search of yoga pants and I was curious. The Internet responded to her request with a plethora of options: Target, Ross, Marshall’s, all of the ‘Marts, Old Navy, Gap.
But then, the suggestions got pricer: Sonoma, NY & Company, Macy’s, Athleta.
Athleta? There’s an Athleta near me but I have always stayed away. It seemed expensive and not for dessertites like me. I’m not the only one asking if the price is worth it.
I was curious and found the mother ship of workout pants. I bypassed the yoga section and went right for the Boyfriend pants- these are the result of regular workout pants and cargo pants having a baby. So awesome! My phone fits in a sealed pocket and they are now my new tailgating pants.
So, whether your interests are yoga, Pilates, The Gym, binge-watching or groceries- join me in the workout pants revolution.
At least I’m not wearing my pajamas out in public. Just saying.
