The Yoga Pants Are Not Okay

I knew these yoga pants were on borrowed time. They had that look — you know, when the fabric is just holding on out of loyalty. But this morning, as I was bending down to grab my keys (already late), I heard it…that little rrrrip of despair. Right in the inner thigh. They just couldn’t hold on anymore.

Did I change? No.
I tied a sweatshirt around my waist and headed out the door, because that’s where we are in life—functional chaos with a splash of denial.

Anyway, I taught class like a warrior, and even though the pants didn’t, I survived!

“Meli” (shared with permission)