Run silent, run kilted?

Actually, now that I think about it, I have a sporran question: I dont know if I'm just wearing it differently or if I've never noticed it before, but whenever I have to dash upstairs (happens more oft than you think), the sporran tends to get wedged between my legs, digging in to the sides of my legs. (we wont even begin to describe the pain from having it bounce straight back.)

Is there a way to avoid this without holding the sporran? Or is this just God's way of telling us not to run and to be modest (as Dear Abby told us)? The sporran is on a chain if that helps.