Commando Running

So after fighting my underwear longer than I care to note, I decided to liberate myself and go commando running the other day.  And post the experience, I screamed, "Hell yes!"

Sick of the thong (really who wants a string compressed up their ass), tired of the panty line (it's just ugly to look like you have two asses), and frustrated by the distraction of my undies getting in the way, I thought, F it.  I'm going all naturale.

I recently finished a fabulous book that you mama runners should check out entitled, "Train Like a Mother."  The two co-authors wrote one prior to it called, "Run Like a Mother."  Both excellent reads.  Hysterical.  Down to earth fantastic accounts of running with the demands of partnering and parenting.

They've been letting their nether regions air out for years.  And it was after reading their account of commando running that I thought, yep, I'm going for it.

If you decide to take the plunge too, here's a few recommendations:

One...no longer do you have the compression of your panties, so suck in your gut.  You should be contracting your core anyway, but now you're really aware.  Make your stomach work for you.

Two...make sure that your pants or shorts are on your ass tightly.  I nearly lost mine on the treadmill the other morning which was encouraging because they're getting too big...but could have been mortifying to share all of me with the early morning risers.

Three...wash yourself.  Don't be stinky.  Enough said.

I have a few friends that go commando with all of their clothes.  I'm not saying that you have to be a dare devil...I'm just saying it's kind of fun.  Get crazy.  Try it.   You only live once, right?