Ode to the Booty Shorts

The ladies in my hot yoga class are not only ripped and mean looking, but they wear almost nothing - booty shorts and a sports bra at the most. Normally I don't pay attention because I don't wear my glasses, but last week I made the mistake of wearing my contacts (I wanted to see myself in the mirror but ended up looking mostly at everybody else). I discovered that A) my biking shorts, which go from my belly button down to my knees, just aren't going to cut it anymore and B) I'm not nearly in as good of shape as I could be. So, I set out to change that (or at least the first part of that, which is the easiest to change) and ordered some shorts from Adidas. These are not booty shorts, which I don't think I'm ready for. Instead they are "gateway shorts" (compare with pot, the "gateway" drug) which will help ease me into the more dangerous idea of booty shorts. Maybe someday I will cross the bridge into booty shorts, and then you will all hear my roar.