OK, it's time for a confession.....I have run in a skirt! Not for some bet; nor for a fancy dress party, but simply to try it out.
Some time ago I had Testicular Cancer (from which my father died) and which I was part of a study group, and one thing stood out from all the meetings, and that was about the 'dangly bits' getting too hot or constricted. I have therefore tried something 'new'. I borowed a little black light-weight skirt, went to my usual run site in the early morning and popped it on instead of my shorts. What a revelation!! How cool was I? Not Fonze cool, but physically cool.
OK, I may have looked a strange sight ~ a little like the Eurovision singer with my growing beard, but I was cool and it felt - not in a wierd way - free.
I did take my shorts with me, just in case I saw any other people, but I didn't need them. As far as I'm aware the ponies, sheep and cattle didn't mind or judge as I puffed-and-panted past and my incredibly slow pace due to my iffy knees. I shall try it again, and make sure I ALWAYS have my shorts with me, and one day someone may invent some clothing that keeps me as cool as that did, but which is acceptable to society.
Finally, NO, THERE ARE NO PICS!!!!