#guys running shorts

[ragefitofficial]

The Best Men’s Running Shorts: According to Runners

Choosing the perfect running shorts for men can feel overwhelming with so many options. Whether you're an avid marathon runner, a gym enthusiast, or someone who enjoys a casual jog, the right men’s running shorts make all the difference. At RageFit gym wear, we’ve got the perfect selection to suit every need. In this guide, we’ll break down what to look for and answer some common questions to help you find the best running shorts for men.

Why the Right Men's Running Shorts Matter?

The right running shorts men wear should be comfortable, breathable, and supportive. Ill-fitting shorts can cause chafing, restrict movement, or ruin a good workout. Choosing shorts designed for your activity level ensures maximum performance and comfort.

Features to Look for in Men’s Running Shorts

Material Matters: Lightweight, moisture-wicking fabrics like polyester blends are ideal. They keep sweat away and reduce the risk of irritation.

Length Options:

Short (3-5 inches): Ideal for long runs and races.

Medium (5-7 inches): A versatile choice for gym workouts or casual jogs.

Long (7-9 inches): Perfect for those who prefer more coverage or want shorts for cross-training.

Pockets and Storage: Look for designs with secure pockets for keys, energy gels, or phones. Zippered or hidden pockets are handy.

Liners: Some running shorts men's styles come with built-in liners, eliminating the need for separate underwear and providing extra support.

Adjustable Waistbands: A drawstring or elastic waistband ensures a snug fit, keeping the shorts in place during intense workouts.

Top Picks from RageFit’s Collection

1. Performance 2-in-1 Shorts

For those who prioritize both support and style, these men's running shorts feature a compression layer and outer lightweight shell. Perfect for weightlifting and sprints, these are available to shop online in multiple colors.

2. Lightweight Runner’s Shorts

Designed for long-distance runners, these ultra-light shorts have breathable mesh panels and are ultra-light. A must-have for summer runs, they’re now available to buy online at RageFit.

3. All-Purpose Training Shorts

Whether you’re hitting the treadmill or lifting weights, these shorts strike the right balance between flexibility and durability.

Benefits of Buying Men’s Running Shorts Online

Convenience: Skip the hassle of visiting stores and order online from your home.

Variety: Online shopping offers a wider range of styles, sizes, and colors.

Exclusive Deals: RageFit frequently features online-only discounts on running shorts for men.

FAQs

1. What’s the ideal length for running shorts?

It depends on your preference and activity:

For competitive runners: Shorter lengths (3-5 inches) are best for freedom of movement.

For gym workouts or casual runs: Medium lengths (5-7 inches) provide versatility.

For added coverage: Longer lengths (7-9 inches) are ideal.

2. Are liners in running shorts necessary?

Liners provide support, reduce the need for additional underwear, and prevent chafing. If you prefer more freedom, opt for linerless designs and pair them with moisture-wicking briefs.

3. How do I ensure a good fit when I shop online?

Check the size guide for measurements and read customer reviews. RageFit’s detailed product descriptions make it easy to choose the right size for your body type.

Why Choose RageFit for Your Running Shorts Men Collection?

RageFit is committed to delivering high-quality, performance-driven gym wear. Our men's running shorts are designed with athletes in mind, ensuring comfort, durability, and style. You can explore our range and order online today to elevate your workout wardrobe.

With so many options available, finding the perfect running shorts for men doesn’t have to be a chore. Shop with RageFit and experience the difference in premium gym wear.

[magicpiano]

Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.

Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.

Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.

This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.

[juricel]

— yandere! shadow milk cookie x yandere! reader hcs

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, mention of cannibalism, mind break, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, stalking, heavy obsessive and possessive behavior, vomit, codependency, potential ooc.

𖦁‎ oh, how shadow milk cookie loves—no, how he was so infatuated with you! he adores you; from the your waxen complexion, to your eternal devotion! It adds a stroke of layer to his already overflowing ego, bringing him beyond ectastic, of course you'd love him! there was no other way, it was just as fate concluded! but did he love you as much as you do? oh, he does. he does. he does. he loves you so much, it drove him to the escarpment of lunacy.

𖦁‎ although he admires your faithfulness to him, I'm certain you can forgive him when he takes advantage of it, don't you? oh, it's just too endearing to watch for him not to do so! more often than not, he makes use of your possessiveness towards him—purposely provoking you and intentionally flirting with other cookies right in front of you when he knows you have been trailing after him discreetly. your reactions afterwards only fuel his desires to do it even more! maybe if you weren't so cute, he wouldn't do it as much as he does but you were just too adorable for him. running his slender fingers along the strands of your hair, he cooes and whispers sweet nothings to your ears: all the while telling you that had you been better, he wouldn't have flirted with the other cookie. please kick him, thanks. oh, but don't do it back to him! getting you jealous is one thing, but getting /him/ jealous on purpose? my dear, he'd break your little legs and arms as a punishment, forcing you to cannibalize the cookie isn't off the table either!

𖦁 oh and your love for him... your love for him, oh, he'd take such a good care of it—a care to please himself with. he'd spur you on with motivating words even as you're on your wits end, a sickenly big smile blossomimg over his lips as your knees buckle up beneath you and your hands desperately clasp over your mouth as bile rushes up your throat, he'd chirp and inquire you if you're fine, and yet his calloused hand would press against stomach, urging you to vomit than you have. he'd hang you over the edge of high buildings, whether off the rooftop or over the window—he'd choke you, threatening to drop you, delightful of the fear creeping up your expression, oh, for your face to turn blue, for you to choke until foam builds up in your mouth... it gets him all giddy! how could he not when you're like that? you're just too cute! he loves breaking you apart, he loves seeing you cry, loves seeing you angry, loves seeing you defiant, and especially, he loves seeing you filthy, and despite how cruel he was to you, you would still stay with him no matter what for he was your universe; to you, to die, to fade and decay in the absence of his light would be the easiest task, a dandelion blown away in the wind, an inevitable demise in the foreseeable winter. but to rot within the earthbread with the lack of his presence, oh, It is an aberration! a blasphemy born into the world scraping, weeping, and aching for death, to live without him was a torturous sentence you wouldn’t commute on the worst offender, much less expect them to endure and thrive, a sickly, pale glowing, cave-dwelling weed devouring a pinlight of sun.

𖦁‎ however, regardless of how much you devote yourself to him, his distrust of you knows no bounds, and it certainly doesn't mean you're safe from abductions. he believes you're safer that way! being surrounded by those pesky, revolting imbeciles called cookies only brings you more harm! come to his realm, you're safer within his clutches! don't you trust him? he has more than enough gifts to shower you with! his manipulation is endless, every act is calculated to make you feel like you’re at the center of his universe, even as it slowly closes in around you, each made to fit into his script but surely, you musn't mind, you love him so much after all, right?

𖦁 shadow milk cookie is cruel and atrocious but he loved you, didn't he? he was a pentapod monster, but he loved you. he was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, but he loved you, he Ioved you! kissing you was not enough. to become your god was not enough, embraces were not enough. love was not enough, he wanted to become bounded with you, to become as one. 

a/n: surprisingly, the shadow milk cookie fics here are vanilla... i do adore it but i love unhinged shadow milk cookie.

[scarapanna]

I liked your art, you won🎉🎉🎉

WE WON NO REDEMPTION WAHOOOOO/silly

I'm still terrified of the redemption route for this clown though hdhghfg, I want his silly self to stay evil and wimsy and goofy and with redemption uhhh

We're like

I dunno I'm sooo scared devsis is gonna take away that aspect which is what makes him just so funnn. Please pretty please let him be god awful and rotten and rude and goofy if you take that route Devisis I want him to keep his funny wimsy qualities. Please please pleaseeee write him well y'all are doing sooo good with him don't fumble by taking the redemption route (And if they do it better be good and he better stay chaotic and goofy and sassy and condescending and all his "rotten rabid thing" qualities)

If they do him (And his fun aspects justice in this dreaded hypotetical) then I may be cool with it. Though the mean ass possum has grown on me so much I'd 100% miss that evil and unhinged part of him TONS, devsis have mercy pretty please/silly

[Longer more insane ramblings are in the tags hsfhfhhv]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

IF FOUL LEGACY WAS A SKIN FOR TARTAGLIA IT WOULD BE OVWR FOR YA’LL

GOD YOU'RE TELLING ME I WOULD LITERALLY START SCREAMING AND YOU'D BE ABLE TO HEAR IT

also i had to do a little non-Melusine SAGAU snippet i couldn't resist okay

you've never bought one of the skins before, not at that price! sure, you picked up the free ones whenever there were certain events, but never the five-star skins. there just weren't any skins that appealed to you enough to incentivize you to spend money- they were pretty, yes, but an empty pretty. nothing you couldn't already get from the characters' base outfits. until, that is, someone came up with the absolutely brilliant idea of giving Childe a skin. specifically, a skin of Foul Legacy, and oh goodness, it was OVER for you. the Eleventh Harbinger was always one of your favorites, his final boss phase even more, and now you could walk around with Legacy in the overworld with just a simple skin. you groan, burying your head in your hands, the screen bright before you. Foul Legacy stares back at you, unmoving yet still as beautiful as when you last saw him

so obviously, you bought the skin

Foul Legacy blinks, the brightness of the sun momentarily blinding him- the sun? no, that's not right. he's only allowed in the Golden House usually, waiting patiently for the next battle. and yet it's true, that's the sun right there, and the sky and the clouds and the birds flying overhead. a chirp falls from his fanged maw, turning slowly in a circle to examine his surroundings in a field of lush grass, a lake and city in the distance. free and breezy along the wind

he hears someone, quietly, as if they're from a long distance. whispering tenderly to him, calling him the best monster in the world. the voice- you- wraps around him like silk, soft and shimmering like his wings. Legacy only hears you some minutes in the Golden House each week, and now you're here, his favorite, beside him in spirit

the Abyssal monster trills and croons in the middle of the wilderness, and the stars of Teyvat shine a little brighter that night

[m00ngbin]

HIII chapter 3 :3

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Baizhu design :V ? For funsies totally not going to draw him or anything

had way too much fun with this one hahah

[hplonesomeart]

Stabby stabby time 😌✨

(Original meme audio source can be found via this YouTube video!!)

[mickdalena]

always so funny to me to see ppl from the 60s wearing like hoodies and t-shirts and sneakers like people do now. if this was in colour it would be 2009

[ragefitofficial]

What Makes the Best Men's Shorts for Running and Exercise?

Running is an exercise that requires a lot of thought as the goal is to last as long as possible while maintaining the peak condition. A men's shorts for running should be designed to provide the most optimal conditions for a long run. Are you planning on shopping online for gym shorts? Well then in this article I'll tell you what to look for in your chosen shorts.

The Fabric of the Men’s Exercise Shorts

The foremost thing that you have to look at while purchasing guys running shorts is the fabric. Now we know that synthetic fabrics are the best choice in any physically exerting activity and running is no exception. 

Cotton ones would have made a great choice, too, since they are lightweight and provide good breathability. However, they simply retain sweat and take too long to dry. Instead, it's best to choose polyester and nylon fabrics, as they will dry quickly and are also lightweight. 

Avoid Chafing and Discomfort

For most guys in running shorts, one key problem is the discomfort of chafing and skin irritation it causes. And that is what you should aim to avoid with a suitable selection of gym wear. So when you are shopping online for gym shorts, remember to look for those that come with inner liners or anti-chafing seams. They will reduce the friction between the fabric and your legs and allow you to avoid that uncomfortableness. 

The Suitable Length for the Male Track Shorts

The length of the men's shorts for running can also vary and with that varies the level of comfort with it. Here I have gone through the various lengths that professional athletes suggest and what is generally the best length for men.

If you are planning on running short distances, doing gym workouts, or running in hot weather then choose short shorts. These sit well above your knees giving you a lot of breathability and are hence most suitable for short exercises.

If you are planning to participate in long runs like marathons or trying to combine both active and casual wear then go with the shorts of 6-7 inch lengths. They will provide you more cover and protection for the long runs and at the same time, they are more suited for normal wear too. 

What About the Pockets?

For the guys in running shorts, the pockets are always a point of thought. Should they choose one that has pockets, they can't keep anything in it during runs as it will bounce about. However, most still choose shorts with pockets as they give more utility. Overall, it's a good idea to get a short with pockets just be more aware of what you keep in it.

Which Terrain Are You Going for?

Although its not always that you would be choosing some exotic terrain for your runs, it's a great idea to prepare based on that. If you are someone who commonly runs in the garden or the gym, then its best to go with a softer and more breathable fabric. For uneven areas like beaches or trails go for the elastic but durable fabric. It helps you maintain your temperature better too.

Time to Make Your Pick

Well, hopefully, the article has helped you decide on what type of running shorts you should choose. Remember the most important aspect while choosing any clothes has to be the comfort it offers. So always choose the short that fits you the best, is snug, and at the same time is breathable. If you are looking for the perfect men's shorts online, the large catalog of RageFit will suit you the best. Scroll through it and you can find the perfect short to buy online for sure.

FAQ’s

Why do men wear short shorts when running?

The main reason why men prefer to wear short shorts when running is both for comfort and style. These short shorts are lighter and more breathable hence more comfortable. At the same time, they are a style icons with many celebrities sporting them.

What is the best length for men's running shorts?

The best length for the men’s running shorts mostly depends on the type of run, season and even their personal preferences. However generally most men prefer 6-7-inch shorts that are neither too long nor too short, giving the perfect balance.

What do guys wear under running shorts?

Though it's mostly based on personal preferences, most runners wear shorts with liners and find that alone to be the best option. For some, innerwear or boxer briefs would result in chafing. While some prefer to wear one as they believe liners don't hold enough. 

[abrieflyelegantstudent]

[raycatzdraws]

Toon Link is aiming through his skull.

I main as Young Link and Toon Link in ssbu and thought it might be fun to tweak their designs a bit based on the alt costumes I wear and how I play. Their names are Zip and Zop (interchangeably) with botw Link as Zap.

[darkfluffydragon]

Phantasmagoria Short: Regular Week

Trigger Warnings: Blood/jam, mind control, Phantas

The moon hung high in the velvet sky, its silvery glow spilling through tall arched windows and illuminating the marble hallways in a serene, haunting light. The air was cool and still, steeped in quiet. Pure Vanilla walked carefully, his steps making almost no sound against the polished floors. His mind drifted in a pleasant haze, thoughts scattered like dandelion seeds on the wind. Contentment rested heavily in his chest.

He had been cleaning the grand chambers earlier. Dusting forgotten bookshelves, smoothing out impossibly soft blankets, and rearranging strange, elegant ornaments whose purposes still eluded him. His hands worked with practiced precision, driven by a deeply ingrained routine he didn’t recall learning but followed without question.

When the time came, he prepared a meal. The kitchen was a maze of dark stone counters and brass fixtures, its only illumination the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. He cooked methodically, savoring the familiar rhythm: chopping, stirring, plating. The scents of roasted herbs and sweet jelly filled the air.

He served the meals in the grand dining hall, where shadows were cast across towering columns and rich, midnight-blue tapestries embroidered with swirling silver threads. Shadow Milk was already seated at the far end of the long table, clad in his elaborate blue jester-like attire. His smile was twisted, his eyes aglow with an odd amusement.

Pure Vanilla set the plates before him, bowing low. He straightened—

Darkness.

…

Pain struck like a falling axe. His head felt as though it were splitting open, molten iron searing through his skull. He staggered, clutching his temples, breath coming in ragged gasps. A voice, familiar, alien, howled within his mind.

‘Remember! Remember! You have to remember!’ It screamed, desperation clawed at his consciousness like agonising rusted nails.

When his staff’s eyes snapped open again, he was standing upright. The dining hall was silent once more. Shadow Milk was still seated at the same spot, watching him. The plates before them were empty, practically licked clean. Pure Vanilla’s tongue tingled with an aftertaste he couldn’t place, a phantom sensation that filled him with sickening unease.

Shadow Milk tilted his head, gaze sharp, and dismissed him with a flick of his hand.

No words were spoken between them.

Numb, Pure Vanilla turned and walked from the room, each step heavier than the last. The pain in his head pulsed, a writhing, crawling sensation burrowing into his thoughts like squirming worms. His heart throbbed with something raw, something wrong, though he couldn’t grasp what it was. He didn’t dare look back.

The moment Pure Vanilla Cookie stepped out of the grand dining hall, the strength in his legs gave out. He stumbled forward, collapsing against the cold wall with a dull thud. His trembling hand shot up to his mouth just as a thick wave of scarlet jam spilled past his lips, staining his pristine robe.

He coughed violently, each convulsion ripping through his body like jagged claws. The metallic taste of jam coated his tongue, searing his throat with its sickly sweetness. His chest heaved as he struggled for air, the pain twisting inside him like living things writhing beneath his dough. He felt as though he was being hollowed out from the inside, as though something had ripped and torn his very soul apart.

Footsteps echoed softly down the corridor. He barely registered them through the haze of agony.

“Your Majesty.”

The voice was calm but laced with unmistakable concern. Pure Vanilla Cookie’s eyes snapped upward, wide and unfocused, meeting the emerald gaze of Wind Archer Cookie. His bow was slung across his back, though his hands hovered near it instinctively, as though ready to defend.

Pure Vanilla’s breath hitched at the title, something flickering in his mind—‘Your Majesty…?’—but the thought was lost almost as quickly as it came, drowned in the sea of burning pain and crawling nausea.

“I… I’m all right,” he whispered hoarsely, barely hearing his own voice over the pounding in his head. “I’ve… experienced this… many times before… in my years of service to Shadow Milk Cookie.”

The name left his lips like a confession, tinged with both respect and something much like resignation. His head throbbed violently, forcing him to bite back another wave of coughing. He pressed his trembling hand harder against his stained mouth, as though he could hold the rest of the scarlet jam inside.

Before Wind Archer Cookie could respond, Pure Vanilla turned and walked away, his steps uneven but determined. He didn’t dare meet the knight’s gaze again, couldn’t bear to see what might be reflected there…pity, suspicion, fear…

He didn’t see the deepening frown on Wind Archer’s face, nor the way his hand clenched tightly around the grip of his bow.

The cold hallway stretched endlessly before Pure Vanilla, its moonlit silence pressing down on him like a suffocating shroud. The crawling, burning sensation still writhed beneath his skin, and somewhere, deep within his fractured mind, something remembered. Something cried.

But he kept on walking.

The days bled together in a haze of quiet servitude.

Pure Vanilla Cookie moved through the grand halls of the castle like a restless specter, performing his duties with wordless precision. He swept vast rooms filled with cold, empty chairs, polished enchanted mirrors that never reflected his true face, and prepared meals he never remembered tasting.

His mind was wrapped in a soothing fog that dulled the edges of reality. The crawling ache in his chest never fully faded, but he learned to ignore it, as he did the lingering taste of jam.

And so a week passed, each day a seamless repetition. It was a carefully choreographed play where Pure Vanilla Cookie knew only his role as a servant. He existed only to obey.

Until the summons came.

His heart thudded faintly in his chest, though he couldn’t quite grasp why. He simply lowered his head, hands folded neatly before him, and stepped through the great double doors. They reminded him of the jaws of a great beast, waiting to swallow him whole.

At the far end of the hall sat Shadow Milk Cookie, draped across the silver throne in a far too comfortable way and his mouth curled into that ever-knowing grin.

“Come closer,” Shadow Milk laughed, words honeyed with amusement and a teasing tone.

Pure Vanilla obeyed without question, steps slow but steady, until he stood at the foot of the throne. His head remained bowed.

Shadow Milk Cookie rose fluidly from the throne and reached into the shadows at his side. From the darkness, he drew forth a crown. It gleamed gold, with twisted, curved points wickedly sharp like horns.

Without a word, he held his arms out and let it fall.

The crown struck Pure Vanilla’s head with a clang. Its jagged edges bit into his dough. His knees buckled as enchantment shattered like glass, unravelling his thoughts while shards of forgotten memories cut deep into his mind.

He remembered.

A throne of light, radiant and warm. A kingdom built on hope and kindness. The weight of responsibility and love, burdens he had carried willingly. Friends who stood beside him. A war. Betrayal. A silver tree, cut by his own hands.

His breath hitched, agony tearing through his chest. He collapsed to the cold marble floor, trembling. His hands clawed at the ground, trying to steady himself against the flood of memories pouring back with relentless force.

“I…” His voice cracked, hoarse and disbelieving. “I was… a king…”

Shadow Milk Cookie loomed over him, smile widening into something cruelly triumphant. He crouched down, tilting his chin up with a gloved finger, his gaze burning with cold delight.

“Yes,” Shadow Milk cackled, “You were.”

Pure Vanilla’s vision dimmed, exhaustion dragging his thoughts back into the pleasant haze.

“…This…this game of yours.” He mumbled, slowly pulling the parts of himself back together. “…How very cruel…”

“But it was fun~”

He did not have the energy to respond.

[dogt3eeth]

I finished my Karlach origin run last week and I'm missing it, so I drew the traveling party. Inspo drawing included :3

[roach-works]

Arthur Carrway, lord of the manor | Rich Merril, his secretary | Rafael Caro, an actor

sometimes you just gotta stay up late and make moodboards for your characters.

we're getting close to done on the next full-length novel, Run Aground, and i'm hype as all hell.

(the michigan fleet series can be found here!)

[duckdodger]

hii helloo so for tje tmnt mm request thingie maybe donnie listening 2 kpop !! with his headphones just vibin:3

kicking off the end of the year with donnie vibing 🕺🕺 !!