Actually, only jogging days are good days
If, after a long night, my body slowly regains daylight and the dark memory of the night before, there is only one consolation: a large glass of orange juice and my sweatpants. As soon as I brush the soft fabric over my dancing-heavy legs, a bit of hangover falls off me. I'm not feeling well now, but I'm dressed according to the situation. I still can not move without a stinging pain from head to heels, but I do not have to move much now either. Together with the jogging pants I go into the arms of the cat.
The sweatpants is my protector
But you do not have to be hungover so that the sweatpants can provide comfort and comfort. When I feel light and carefree, she clings to me weightlessly, that I can beat somersaults in her. If I do not want to see anyone, it protects me from cold and questioning looks. In short, there is no better companion for Sundays, Saturdays, Hangover days, lovesick days, Netflix days, trampoline days. Oh well, there really is not a day when the sweatpants would not feel good.
Hach, elastic, you my love of life
Other trousers press into the hips, rub on the thighs, squeeze the calves. The sweatpants are unobtrusive. You hardly feel her, she only feels vaguely embraced by her. Even after too much ready-made pizza and frozen tiramisu the sweatpants do not blame me. Instead of rigid buttons, the jogging pants have a yielding elastic band. The jogging pants grows with their requirements.
To jog? Certainly not in the Joggighose
As soft and indulgent as the sweatpants inside, so rebellious it looks to the outside. With my sweatpants I wear an unmistakable message in front of me: You can call me today. I do not care that I look better in tight jeans. I do not care if gray is now trend color or not. And I do not care that there are still tomato sauce stains from last Sunday on it. The jogging pants is also a warning to amusing girlfriends, partners or roommates. When I carry them, I do not have to say what everyone then sees: No, I will not bring the garbage out today. I also do not go to the new exhibition in the Kunsthalle. And most of all I definitely do not go jogging anymore.
The sweatpants have only a flaw and that's their name. He has a big misunderstanding: Jogging pants have nothing to do with jogging. Not mine, anyway.
