Whilst training for last year’s London marathon, I found myself out training in some pretty adverse weather conditions and was quite literally freezing my nuts off! So, in order to combat the cold, I decided to face my fears and purchase my first pair of running tights.
Having previously only ever ran in shorts, I found the transition slightly daunting but when they arrived in the post (I hadn’t embraced the concept enough to brave a real shop) – I thought what the hell let’s give them ago. So off I went one dark morning run wearing my new running tights and, to be honest, I found them of great benefit; my legs were no longer chilly and they were strangely comfortable.
Now, solo runs in tights under the cover of darkness is one thing but a group training run with some old university friends is another matter altogether. However, I was now accustomed to the tights and convinced myself that their benefits outweighed the verbal onslaught that I knew was to come. I pulled on my tights and off I went…Well what can I say except that my friends didn’t disappoint me in their reaction. In fact thanks to the wonders of camera phones, even my non-running friends now had pictures of me and the jokes were flying thick and fast. But undeterred I carried on wearing my tights. I was committed to the cause and haven’t ever really been one to let other people opinions affect me. Despite providing fodder for many jokes, the tights remained and the returns were great; not only were my legs warm, my muscles were benefiting too as I was picking up fewer injuries. This only heightened my determination to carry on using my new found kit, and the jokes? – Well as my race times improved, the laughter was becoming quieter!
A year on and I wouldn’t be without my running tights. In fact they’re one of my most used bits of running kit (other than trainers). Ok I still get laughed at by friends, and yes people do shout abusive comments to me when running in the street – all usually very original such as ‘tights boy’ and ‘where can I get a pair’. But the long and short of it is that I’ve made up my mind about the benefits of these apparently silly looking tights and have to say that they are here to stay!
For me this draws comparison to other elements of life; do I make remarks about the pink shirted guy in the office? No, I leave him alone with no comment. Each to their own, that’s what I say. He has the courage of his convictions and quite clearly has not succumbed to peer group pressure – even if he has dodgy gear! And that’s how I like to think about me and my tights.
Should men wear tights? Even in this politically correct climate the answer is only if they have the ability to laugh at themselves – because most likely everyone else will be!








