These underpants are making me awesome!

My running life has surged over the past few months. Tina and I run about 3 to 4 times a week. I went from about 3.5 miles per exercise day to about 4 to 6 miles.

My routine is running to the gym, working out (swimming or weights) then running home. Lately I take a longer route to and from.

You may not know this, but with more running, there’s a chance your butt is going to chaff like your thighs are sandpaper and your perineum is a sensitive nerve factory.

I grew up athletic. I played soccer and basketball in school. And, despite the warnings to wear scrotum hugging active wear, I have rarely succumbed to the advice.

In high school, if I wore tighty whiteys to work out, I would get a stomach ache that felt like I was kicked in the pants a hundred times over. I played soccer in boxers.

Lately, I haven’t had that problem. I will run in a bathing suit with underwear built in, and no pain issues. Since I swim, I would wear the shorts two or more times before washing (gross, huh?).

With more running comes more stinky, sweaty clothes. So Tina and I walked over to Target, and I bought a pair of Champion underwear like the ones above. I thought surely, these things aren’t going to work for me. I thought surely I’m going to hate them.

But you know what?

You can’t get my ass out of them. I want to wear them ALL THE TIME!!!

Seriously, they make my genitals feel warm and cozy.

I mean, I’m this close to taking Anthony Weiner style photos and sexting all of you!

When I run in them, there’s no chance of chaffing … none, nada, zilch.

Remember when you were little, and you got a new pair of shoes, and suddenly you thought you were faster and could run forever?

That’s what these underpants do for me.

When I pull them up, and head out the door, I’m faster.

I can run longer.

I am awesomer!

I put on Runkeeper, blast a little Metallica or Foo Fighters, and I’m zooming down the road. Hell, I even run to Mute Math. I hear they’re a Christian band … and yet I’ve not turned away from non-belief yet. How about that?

When I’m running in my new underpants, people may not know that I’m awesome, but that’s the look I try to have on my face.

“I am awesome in these underpants. Watch me run!”

From now on, these are my underpants of choice … and I recommend them to you and yours … so you can be awesome, too.

 

 

Ack attack

It’s been a wing-dinger of a few days.

A long-lost cousin came into town for Lollapalooza. We haven’t seen each other in over 15 years, so we caught up quite a bit on Thursday and Friday morning.

Friday afternoon we picked up Xina and Mr. X. We took them to Al’s, a Taylor street restaurant that specializes in Chicago-style junk food, like Italian beef, Italian sausage, polish dogs and regular hot dogs.

After Al’s, we got Italian Ice and cruised over to the Museum of Science and Industry. Then after that, we returned to our place and I made pizzas. I feel unsatisfied about my menu. I burned one of my crusts, and ended up improvising a salad, thanks to Tina’s recommendation.

It was fun, all the same, and I wish I would have done more prep before leaving the house that day, but that’s the breaks.

Saturday we had several meetings, and I had to prep equipment for a shoot today. We shot all day, and now I have to prep equipment for Monday.

Monday afternoon, regular reader SAW (Aaron) is stopping in Chicago for a 4 day visit.

My cousin leaves tonight after Lollapalooza. He’s going to return to our place to shower after Foo Fighters, and then train back downtown to catch a bus back to Grand Rapids.

It may be relatively quiet again this week. You can always follow the inane discussion over at this post in which John A. Davison can’t resist posting on this awful, no good, very bad blog.