My favorite thing to wear for cold-weather running is a pair of violet capri-length tights that I bought for $10 at the Nike Outlet in Atlantic City. The material is sweat-wicking, and the bottom-leg elastic is snug but not so tight that I can’t slip a pair of knee-high compression socks under them. This setup is more comfortable for me than ankle-length tights.
They are perfect for running, but when I wear them I become a target. My rear end was smacked by a group of men passing me on my way to the gym; a cluster of teenage boys paused while shoveling snow to give me their opinions of my butt; and two men in a City of Philadelphia vehicle yelled out of their window how they thought I filled out my colorful pants. (Yes, I reported this to the city. No, there was no follow-up).