I Love It, I Hate It - or - Product Review #1

This weekend while I was visiting the big city (that's what we country folk from B-ville call OKC), I ventured into my FAVORITE store (in the whole wide world), Target. Love that store. But that's beside the point.

I went for the sole purpose of buying a running skirt. If you know me at all, you know that I do a little running. (I like to think of myself as an elite athlete. And people let me think this, even though it's not true. It makes me happy.) Anywhoo, I had recently been lurking around some runner's blogs and forums, reading about the wonders of the running skirt.

What? A running skirt? Now before you go all CHA dress code on me, let me explain. This is not your mother's running skirt. Nor is it the homeschooler's cheerleading skirt (I know you know what I'm talking about). It doesn't go down to the ankles, or even the knees for that matter. It is oh - so chic, and oh - so cute.

Ok, so, I had read that Target sells a pretty good running skirt, the next best thing to the $50 one that most of the lady runners where promoting. And since I'd never worn a running skirt, I figure better to start cheap and see what I think before shelling out the big bucks (which I probably will never do despite how much I may love that skirt.)

The forums I had been reading stated that running skirts were not only super hot but were much more comfy than the traditional short. Evidently, they prevented the dreaded crotch ride of the short. And since I'm all about my hotness and my comfyness, I was sold.

I tried it out yesterday for the very first time. I have to admit, I did feel pretty hot, kind of sassy, actually. But this was just standing in front of the mirror, admiring myself. I had to road test it before I came to any solid conclusions.

Out the door I go to my favorite little running trail. I felt a little conspicuous, seeing as the skirt is rather short, actually much shorter than any of my shorts. And my legs aren't all that buff. (My clavicle, on the other hand, is starting to get very well defined. Remind me later to tell you how much I love clavicles.) But, I had to feel the wind against my legs to see how they held up. A couple yards into it, I was starting to have my doubts. You see, under the little skirt are minuscule little (redundant? maybe) bike shorts. When standing or sitting, they are fine. But when your legs reach the full range of motion required to propel you across miles and miles of land, those bike shorts get the urge to migrate. Up, that is.

And right as this migration process was happening and I was feeling like my cheeks were surely hanging out for all the world to see, wouldn't you know it, but I ran into a student. Never met a student on that trail before. Lucky me, it had to be today.

I quickly did the yank down and am assured I was modest. As I continued my run, with one eye behind me in case that student came up again, I continued to evaluate the skirt. Actually, I didn't hate it. As long as I kept it pulled down to hip level, the skirt covered all my goods. And it was much better than any of the shorts I own.

So, my consensus is this: I love it and I hate it. So, I think I'll keep it.