Hoodies: the secret to happiness?

Somehow I've been able to avoid owning a hoodie. Maybe that's common. Maybe only 10% of the population owns a hoodie, but I guarantee you that it's the happy minority that own them.

We recently got an old treadmill from my parents and put it in our garage next to a work out bench of my brother's. Now that I write it down, it's like a gym on loan from my family. I realized a few weeks ago (when only the weights and bench were there) that it was stinking cold outside, and that I don't particularly enjoy being cold. So, I set out to find some warm athletic clothes, since my only athletic clothes are shorts and t-shirts.

I went to Wal-mart, Target, and Academy but I couldn't find a decent sweatshirt. I really just wanted a plain one, and maybe a plain pair of jogging pants (Stretchy pants! Old age, here I come). I couldn't find anything though. So, I ended up going to the adidas outlet at the Boardwalk in Bossier and found jogging pants and two hoodies for $20 apiece (Note: go to the outlet, buy the hoodies if you're close-by).

That night, I tried out the hoodie for the first time and it was like slipping into bed. You know, while the covers are still all cold at the bottom and you're just starting to warm up.... that level of comfort. The next night, I brought it back out as soon as I got home, and kept it on for that night's treadmill session. Excellent again. So, here I am in my third night of hoodie-dom and I'm loving it.

I really didn't think that such a simple thing as a hoodie could make such a difference in comfort. After all, it's just a sweatshirt with a single pocket on the front for your hands (GENIUS) and a hood (ok, I guess). However, when you combine them all you have one of the most comfortable devices ever put on this body.

I suppose that's the first time I've ever praised a piece of clothing so highly, and maybe the first time that you've read several paragraphs about hoodies - and now the last time you'll ever be willing to. However, it's a great idea. Worthy of a budweiser, real men of genius song at least.