On this most recent excursion I spot a purple jacket and tank, which are must haves, because PURPLE. I looked for some track pants but there were none to my liking. For some reason I looked down one of the racks and saw what I like to call “yoga booty shorts”. Thinking since I’m old and hot, ie. prone to a flash or five I’ll try them. They had my size so in the basket they went.
Woke up the next morning for some yoga and decided to give the booty shorts a test run. They were light and and fit nice or so I thought…
Downdog #1 I felt them creeping
Forward fold #2 I felt them twisting
Pyramid #3 I felt them bunching.
By Svanasana time half my azz was out. I had to snatch that out wedgie before I could relax.
Now I’m not about to say I’m going to say no to the fitness apparel at the Mart. However I will say a hellnawl to those yoga booty shorts in the future…
Unless they are money back guaranteed to not ride up in to the nether regions of my fanny.
Until next time, see you on the mat where my hind parts will be fully covered.