fitting in

Not caviar. Not a first-class upgrade. For me, it’s a new pair of exercise leggings that trigger delusions of self-grandeur! They make me feel like I can run a marathon, play Australian Open-caliber tennis, and out-spin Ally Love. Of course, I can’t do any of those things, but I can try—and look super cute while sweating it out. This year, I’m integrati…