I generally find myself pretty spoiled with good running weather. Even on the coldest of Winter days I’m able to throw on a jacket, two pairs of tights, sub-zero ski accessories and hit the track with Birdie.
Let’s play a game of Guess How Many Layers Abby’s Wearing!
The Summer is a completely different beast and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
So what’s a girl to do when it’s 7am and I’m struggling to finish a run in my soaking wet shorts and tank top? Well, lately I’ve been stripping down.
Well, there we are. No shirt in Central Park.
Let’s be clear, I know what I am and what I’m not. I’m not delusional.
I look like neither of these women, this I know. Well, except for the tan lines. I definitely have those in spades.
I don’t have a six pack. Things jiggle in my middle when I run. My legs are short. I look nothing like a runner “should”.
But, dammit, it’s hot out there. And when there’s nothing else to do, I just whip off my tank top, wrap it around my waist and get on with my workout. I even do it next to my extremely sinewy runner friends. So there.
What else CAN you do? I mean, 90-something degrees, 90-something percent humidity and I’m trying to work out? Yeah. I’m gonna do it in as little clothing as possible.
Sorry I’m not sorry if it offends you.
You know what? Get over it.
Happy naked runner.
I don’t run shirtless to impress you. I don’t run shirtless to get attention. I don’t run shirtless because I want someone to take my picture. I don’t run shirtless because I think I’m a model.
I run without my shirt because it’s hot and I really want to get my miles in and I don’t care if someone is offended by my non-six pack shirtlessness or a woman running without a shirt in general.
I. Don’t. Care.
And neither should you.
The added bonus: most people stand up taller and run with better posture when they run shirtless. It definitely brings out the best in my running form. Win, win.
Now go out and run.
And run nekkid if you need to. It’s hot out there!