Mel Gibson's kilt is apparently not the only thing that needs censoring lately.
then running might become more of a spectator sport. Not so much because of any increase in entertainment value as an increase in shock value. If you ever wondered what it might be like to watch a Scotsman run long-distances, now you have your chance with the running kilt.
What I want to know is this: Whose chafing got soooooo bad that he thought this was necessary? And now Seattle and Chicago have created races to celebrate it? Can someone explain how the kilt is mechanically superior to a good pair of running shorts? Actually, no...don't. This reminds me of the time the Scotsman visited some of my relatives in Panhandle, TX:
A Scot wonders into a West Texas cowboy bar. Two old cowboys are playing pool when they see this strangely dressed fellow. One of the cowboys points his pool cue toward the Scot’s kilt.
"That shore is a cute little dressey," the cowboy says.
The Scot, offended responds, "Would you be lookin’ at me kilt?"
The cowboy replies, "Well, you shore will be kilt iffin you keep wearin’ that little dressey ‘round here."
Ha.
Today is an off-day for me. Running-wise at least. New training week begins tomorrow!
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