Yesterday I went for a run, and as I was getting ready, I grabbed a pair of leggings and thought, “no, those are my nice leggings,” because that’s where I am now.
I know I’m not alone in this. I’m sure there are others with “nice leggings” intended for public life, that deserve more than a sweaty hour or so of exercise before being discarded in a bin awaiting wash day.
So I pulled on a no-longer-black pair of a-size-too-big yoga pants and hit the road for an epic and award-worthy 20 minutes.
Then I came home, showered, and pulled on my nice leggings. Since it’s 2020, they are no longer meant for public life, but I appreciate them ever the same. Nice leggings at home, nice mask when I go out. And I know I’m not the only one with “nice” masks either.
Pretty Good Ugly 