#exercise pant

If you’re like me, you wake up in the morning and put on your exercise clothes immediately so that you incentivize yourself to actually do something athletic. This way, I’m always constantly prepared to break out into a run if I need to. This works about 60% of the time, which is a pretty good percentage for me.

I wish I looked like Eva Longoria when I worked out. Jeez Louise.

The only problem is, if I looked this good working out, I wouldn’t work out. It makes no sense to me. I’d be in Miami picking up dudes at the Standard pool in a neon pink Brazilian cut bikini. Right?

Over the years, I’ve discovered certain items of clothes do not fit me no matter what. A greatest hits list include: Bell sleeves, peasant dresses, light colored denim, turtlenecks, and mostly, capri pants. The capri pants thing is a little sad because I love workout capri pants. Runyon Canyon is full of hot little runners zipping around in them. Unfortunately, they don’t work on me because they accentuate my thighs in an unflattering way, and also because they reveal my socks, which aren’t cute little girl bobby socks; they are bulky mens athletic socks I buy from Costco once every five years in 48 packs with my dad. No one wants to see them.

The best, most comfortable, and most flattering sports pants I have ever bought and worn are the Lucy Hatha Yoga Pant.

Fitted on the hips and through the thighs, with a small flare at the bottom, they are so comfortable and completely cool to run around town in. I once ran into baller movie studio head Ron Meyer while I was wearing these. It was during the NBA finals so I was also in a Celtics hoodie and neon green plastic frame sunglasses I got at the carwash-– in LA no less-- and I actually felt kind of like a cool LA person with my shit together because of the pants.