In the past two years I’ve taken up running. In the beginning I wasn’t sure
In the past two years I’ve taken up running. In the beginning I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep it up. The first few weeks I’d barely make a quarter of a mile before I’d have to stop, panting and gasping for air. Gradually that changed. I slowly developed endurance. I’m not fast, but I’m consistent. Now a three to five mile run comes easily and is something I find quite enjoyable.Honestly, though, part of what motivates me is the running gear. I’m referring to close fitting, sweat wicking, compression gear designed with all sorts of features that probably don’t really apply to me. If it’s tight and brightly colored, my cock will beg me to gear up and hit the trail. Pictured above is one such outfit I’ll run in early on winter mornings. Neon yellow tights and a wonderful matching shirt that has a strange waffle pattern on the inside that somehow keeps feeling warm even when it’s close to freezing outside. The color glows crazy bright under the black lights…but also out in the park just as the dim glow of the sun first starts to fade up.My cock might respond a bit when I first gear up, but by time I head out the door it pretty much settles down to a manageable size. At first I had to wear jock straps under my tights to keep from looking indecent, but now it seems to understand where I’m heading and let’s me run in peace.I know its the "gear fetish” part of my psyche that motivates me. The majority of guys I see on the trail have baggy grey or black sweat pants. But occasionally I’ll run by someone like me, wearing Under Armour, Nike, or Skinz tights. If we catch each other’s eyes we will sometimes nod to each other briefly, and I figure they are a little like me, and I’ll run a little harder and faster for awhile. -- source link
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