Today is a day where I’ve struggled to keep up.
I’m like the cotton jersey track pants I wore back when I was ten.
Back then, they came with elastic waistbands and a draw string.
The tough kids?
They didn’t wear the draw string. They were the predators, those who would pants people.
Then there were the rest of us. We were those who may have suffered the fate of being pansted.
The more reserved used the draw strings in the elastic waistband. They’d suffer discomfort in order to keep up.
Others would rely on mere elastic support. Track pants are designed to be easy on, easy off and laid back luxury a fictitious, non existent, much more articulate version of myself would have said.
Folks like that didn’t fare very well.
Without a string locking things down, it didn’t matter how supported you were, drop your situational awareness and the next thing you knew, your pants would be around your ankles and you’d trip and fall flat on your face as you attempted to run.
(why did we always run? when ever s…
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