Adidas would be proud

Those who know me know that my general level of fitness is about the same as that of moss. I consider eating fast to be an athletic activity. Therefore, do not be shocked, dear readers, to learn that while in Phoenix last week, I bought myself a pair of athletic pants.

Athletic clothes come in all sorts of moisture wicking fabrics, temperature comfort levels, sports categories, and - I expect this applies to women's clothing more than men's - gradations of support and coverage. All these things are lost on someone who has avoided gyms for years because you simply can not be comfortable there in jeans and a sweater. Without the necessary background, I fell back on my somewhat more extensive knowledge of fashion and economics; I bought something with a recognizable logo from the half price rack.

These blue pants with yellow stripes had their public debut yesterday. Granted, it was only because everything else was dirty and I needed to wear something to the hotel laundry room.

But this morning the pants actually became acquainted with a stationary bicycle in the hotel fitness room. 20 minutes on the easy level while reading a book about the best Chinese food in the world. This is one small step for the athletic pants, one giant step for woman kind!

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