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And now for another installment of this continuing series. This one’s for the guys.
Tip #2: *Always* where underwear when jogging in Lycra® shorts.
I say this not for reasons of public embarrassment, but rather for those of personal anguish. I can assure you that the line between Lycra® and sandpaper will be indistinguishable after the third kilometer.
Now…where did I put my daughter’s nappy cream?
I think this is more than I want to know, Sal! :0
Indeed! But if I can save just one jogger…
I’m glad I don’t jog. Wander is what I do. You poor thing.
There are some people for whom the wearing of lycra shorts, no matter what the activity, should be outlawed. I am one of those people. I also use that as an excuse not to jog. I think that’s probably the best solution for me and for the people who would otherwise have to see me puffing around the streets.
Sorry, that last comment was from me – must have pressed the wrong button (funnily enough, that’s what my wife keeps telling me too)
Kick Shoe: Whereas jogging without underwear can lead to chafing, “wandering” without underwear can lead to jail-time.
Tim: Funny…as I was reading your “Anonymous” comment above, I was thinking to myself, “Gee…this sounds like something Tim would write.”
In the interest of full disclosure, however, I must admit that I don’t set foot in public wearing *only* Lycra. I wear baggy Umbro socccer (sorry…football) shorts over top them. After all, I live in a small town full of sheep-herders and construction workers. Sebastian Coe or Lance Armstrong might appreciate the logic of Lycra from the standpoint of athletics, but a group of chain-smoking Spaniards mixing cement are likely to “appreciate” it purely for comedic purposes.
are those your legs Sal? Wow. Sure makes the “lycra rash” worth it in my opinion. Nothing better in my opinion than a pair of runner’s legs…ok, sorry, I’ve been without hubby a few days due to work travel. I’ll behave.
Hi Lisa:
Yep, those are mine. They came with a matching set of ankles, as well.
The only problem is that they don’t work unless plugged into an iPod.
Viva Rheinlander!…the Wisconsin beer that made my college years memorable! Or, more accurately, forgettable.
Sal
Yeah, like Lisa says, forget the missing underwear – just look at those legs!
Hope you’ll be up and running again soon, Sal!
Hi Christina:
I did manage to gather my courage and hit the running trail this morning. But I played it safe.
I wore a Lycra kilt. I think those Scots are on to something.
Sal
I came here intending to leave a comment, but I just don’t know how to respond to the thought of a Lycra kilt. lol. I’m speechless…
I don’t know about a Lycra kilt but I was once served dinner by a man in a rubber dress! All I have to say is when you are sitting your eye level is, well, hmmm, at eye-full level. And no he was not my date!
~ B
Hmm…I can see the Lycra kilt solving the chafing problem nicely, but I’m just trying to imagine how it would go over with the Spanish construction workers…
Judging by some of the reactions to this post, do you think you ought to enter the Mr Universe (calf edition)? Maybe entrants in that category always wear lycra shorts, much like the entrants in the main event always wear baby oil, fake tan and the kind of neck veins that suggest imminent embolisms. In which case, you’ll just have to put up with it and smile (hmmmm judging by your profile photo, that might be the main problem – just joking).
Hiya Sal! Como estas?
Just to say a quick hello (back from hols now) while I guffaw at your recent posts…keep up the good work, it’s amazing how many times you’ve made milk come out of my nose.
hasta!
Long time, no blog, Sal. Where ya been? (But then again… I haven’t either! I seem to have temporarily lost the urge.)
Hasta la pasta!