Sunday March 14, 2010: Pat and Andrew Gaughan and I all ran the 15K Shamrock Run. Around mile three (of 9.2, for those non-Canadian readers of mine) my nipples were feeling a bit raw from all the bouncing up and down and rubbing against the shirt I wore under my fleece. They hurt the whole while, but not terribly so. Not more than my knees, for instance. But after the race when I stripped off the fleece, the bloody shirt, pictured, was revealed, causing shock, dismay, disgust, and laughter from those assembled (the aforementioned Gaughans, and Barb -- Elizabeth, thank goodness, was oblivious). Apparently the chafing went farther than I had realized. Guess I'm lucky to have any nipples left at all. If it had been a half-marathon they might have been sanded down to nothing.
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