Who wears short shorts...

I know I swore I would never do it, but I finally did. I went out and bought actual "running" shorts. You know the ones I mean. Absurdly short, occasionally rather tight, and generally all around unpleasant for the general population to see. It was a difficult decision for me, to purchase said shorts. Long ago I swore to myself I would never wear these monstrocities that show far too much leg. But earlier this week I caved. I wanted a pair of shorts to wear running, and they were the only ones I could get that wouldn't bunch up in the crotchular area. I looked at all the other shorts I could find, and the only ones longer were the exremely tight spandex kind. And let's be honest, spandex is even worse than really short shorts, since it leaves nothing to the imagination. So I purchased the runners shorts. And surprisingly, they don't bunch up. Well, actually, they have nowhere to bunch to. Nor do they have enough material to bunch. There's almost no material that actually goes down the inner thigh. These shorts would likely be banned in many middle-eastern countries.

So there they are, my flabby inner thighs, jiggling about for all the world to see. Many would say, "Sara, you have nothing to worry about, your legs are fine". I'm sure there are even those who would gladly trade their legs for mine. But this will not quell the huge feeling of self-consciousness I get when I step out of the house and the cool air hits that part of my leg which has never before seen the light of the sun. Even though I have been wearing them for nearly a week, I'm still getting used to the feeling of walking out of the house wearing little more than some hot pants on my lower half.

And despite the freezing temperatures, I wore them this weekend for the Merville 15 km race. A side note here that I ran the 15 km in an hour and 24 minutes, significantly faster than I thought I could. Toot toot to me. But back to the shorts. It was proably not the best idea to wear them on a day when we almost had to scrape the frost off the car when we started it. But stubborn me, I wore them anyway. It was sunny that morning. I thought it would warm up. And by the end of the race my thighs were so cold I couldn't feel them. But the shorts weren't bothering me, other than the fact that they had no insulatory properties whatsoever.

So in conclusion, Jana, you can laugh at me all you want. And you can all make fun of me if you so wish. But me and my jiggling thighs are here to stay, 'cause the shorts are comfortable. And when you have to run 42 km, fashion and self-consciousness take a backseat to comfort. So there.