The flurries are falling outside, which means winter is fast approaching, so I went shopping this morning for running tights to replace the sad pair of spandex leggings I currently wear from my high school track days (they are old…very old, and do a horrible job of keeping me warm). Shopping for running tights is the equivalent of swimsuit shopping…pure torture. I tried on about 6 different pairs, twice…each pair accentuating the same part of my body that I do anything and everything to hide. It’s like walking around with a giant arrow pointing directly at your ass…those things are so unforgiving. I finally settled on an off-brand that was on sale at exactly the same moment that Liv was about to chuck her snack cup into the fitting room mirror. I’m hoping they do the job. The pair I got was on sale for $30, but all the other pairs were in the $50 range, which would lead one to believe that they will lift your derriere into the place it sat 10 years ago and conform to your legs in such a way that you will instantly shave 2 minutes off your mile. I highly doubt my new tights will do all that, but if they keep me warm I’ll be happy…