The Great Running Tight Boycott of 2011
|December 7, 2011||Posted by Lauren under Running|
As winter draws nearer, I’ve realized there’s something about me that you all should know. Something that sort of makes me feel like less of a runner to admit. Are you ready for it?
I hate running tights. HATE them. (Phew – just saying that has already made my chest feel lighter.)
I would run in shorts all year round if I could. The only thing is, I live in New England. And in this part of the country, my hatred for running tights is only tempered by my desire to not make running a miserable experience. So in an effort to keep my legs from falling off during long runs on freezing winter mornings, I give in and resort to wearing tights. It’s a necessary evil, of sorts.
I know some runners out there love them. They can’t wait to slip into those skin tight leggings as soon as the temperature drops. They apparently love the feel against their legs and are convinced that it makes them feel fast as they cut through the air.
But I disagree. I put those things on and immediately feel constricted. My legs can’t move as well, there is always extra fabric, and the crotch (that dang crotch!) is always falling down. I spend more time trying to adjust the stupid things than anything else.
Instead my legs long for freedom. To move however they want; to feel the wind against my quads. No, I don’t need to run naked, but I will always wear shorts for as long as I can manage without my legs freezing and falling off.
In case you’re wondering, I don’t feel the same way about tops. In fact, my absolute favorite running outfit is a long sleeve shirt (spandex or not) and shorts. Not only does the long sleeve + shorts combo pretty much signify perfect running temperatures, but it’s also so comfortable – burying my hands in the sleeves, using the sleeves to wipe my snot or the water running out of my eyes. What could be better? (being a runner is attractive, no?)
Yesterday, 6 days into the month of December, I went out running in shorts. It was dark. It was rainy. But it was warm (relatively speaking) and my heart was happy. As I ran along in shorts and a t-shirt, I started wondering – just how long can I stretch this out? How many days can I go before I have to resort to the tights? Another week? Until the end of the month?
When I happened to be talking to my Dad later on in the evening, I casually mentioned the fact that I wanted to try to avoid wearing running tights for the rest of the year. He responded by laughing. He warned me that I might feel fine now, but the cold front would come. Temperatures would drop. And then my short-loving legs weren’t going to be so happy. I don’t think he really believed I was serious.
But I am serious. So serious that I’m taking my movement public. I’m shouting it out to the
millions few dozen of you who read my blog: the Great Running Tight Boycott has begun! From now until the first day of 2012, this runner will not wear a single pair of long spandex pants to run. The gauntlet has been thrown; the challenge accepted. Mother Nature – this month, it’s me vs. you.
Officially Unofficial Rules for the
Most Inane Boycott Ever Great Running Tight Boycott of 2011
- Participant recognizes the stupidity and pointlessness of the boycott, yet chooses to participate anyway.
- Participant will only run in approved running bottoms until Jan 1, 2012.
- Approved running bottoms are those that fall above the knee, and does not include long spandex tights or capris.
- Although every effort will be made to run outside as much as possible, participant reserves the right to run on the treadmill. (Participant actually likes treadmill running, okay??) Just as long as it isn’t every single day.
Sometimes this boycott will mean that I need to be a little creative with my running outfits. I may need to pull out the long socks or even the one pair of leg warmers that I own – a gift from my favorite leg-warmer-wearing-jazz-hand-waving runner. I know she will approve. But it will be worth it. Running in high socks beats running in tights any day of the week.
This December, my legs choose freedom. My legs choose not to be held in or confined. My legs choose to face the wind, the cold, all the elements of winter weather. And they will hold strong against it.
What about yours? Will your legs stand strong and boycott the awfulness that is running tights with me?