Blisters, Chafing and Other Ladylike ThingsPosted: July 14, 2011
For the sake of letting the men in my life continue to believe that women do not poop, belch or fart, I’ll happily play along with their belief that we ladies don’t have any questionable bodily functions.
For instance, the burrito salad I had last night didn’t leave me feeling bloated.
Not at all…
Hypothetically, had the burrito left me waddling around with a food baby, it quite possibly would have been worth it for the mounds of guacamole, sour cream and the pillowy pocket of refried beans and Daiya…
Hypothetically, of course.
While I’d never admit to a burbling belly after a huge dinner, I’m not one to hide the delightful grossness that accompanies a good gym sesh!
I woke up this morning freakishly excited about foot blisters and chafing that appeared after last night’s successful 2.5 mile run!
Only a runner would be excited about a raw patch of skin on her foot and thigh!
No pain, no gain…right?
Besides, I see them as badges of honor – badges that represent me finally getting off my tush and back into the running game! Running with blisters, chafed patches and shin splints isn’t horrendous…just as long as those are the extent of my running “injuries”
Oh the joys of training!