sweatpants

IPA: swˈɛtpænts

(US) Informal cotton trousers, with an elasticated or drawstring waist, used for exercise etc.

sweat pants

IPA: swˈɛtpˈænts

Alternative spelling of sweatpants [(US) Informal cotton trousers, with an elasticated or drawstring waist, used for exercise etc.]

Sweatpants can also be worn as sleepwear.
After all, they do sell sweatpants and such.
I'm reverting back to the sweatpants version.
I had been wearing sweatpants that just fell right down.
The dress code forbids sweatpants, sweatshirts, jeans, and hats.
The winter uniform includes a navy blue sweatpants and jacket set.
He's wearing blue sweatpants, tan sandals, and a turquoise T shirt.
Tavi says she knows girls in sweatpants aren't trying to make a statement.
For winter, I did spend about $100 for winter running gear, but you could run in sweatpants and sweatshirt if you want to.
Quarterback Carson Palmer stood on the sideline in sweatpants, missing his second straight game and his third overall with an elbow injury.
And to Mr. Buress, you were carrying a Glock, it has no safety, don't carry it with a round cocked in sweatpants even if you were registered to carry it.
Each new luxury or touch of style supposedly recalls the golden age of flying, before price competition, security checks, and slobs in sweatpants ruined everything.
There are many lifestyle benefits to running a home-based business: no commute, working in sweatpants and the array of readily available food in the kitchen refrigerator.

In the words of Howard Stern to Sporty Spice, "Baby, sweat-pants are never sexy."
Repeated exposure to baggy sweat-pants and hole-filled T-shirts may void the warranty.
When in her 90's she felt the cold more than she used to she finally consented to wearing sweat-pants under her skirt.
With our bosses bronzing, I worked eighty-hour weeks, broke out in stress acne, stopped exercising, wore only sweat-pants, and let my curly hair air-dry as I returned an onslaught of calls on the way to work each morning.
The air I breathe is the air that still shimmers in the spot, just above me, where my enormous belly and I once stood on a scaffold, in a bikini top and a pair of baggy sweat-pants, spackling the ceiling three weeks before my oldest son was born.