I am a man who owns tights. Thanks to an unseasonably warm autumn (it's 68 out right now on November 30), I've been able to do all of my morning runs in shorts and a REALLY stinky long sleeve shirt. But this isn't going to last forever: even when the glaciers are all gone, Denver is our national capital and my morning run down Seventh Avenue is a breaststroke, winters will still be cold and my short shorts won't be coverage enough.
So I did it: with very mixed feelings, I bought a pair of navy blue Nike tights the other day. I haven't worn them outside yet, but I had them on for a few minutes in my bedroom the other day. One thing became clear: I look AWESOME in tights. Just awesome.
Come on, winter, do your worst: I'm ready to face you and have my calf muscles dazzle you in the process.
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