Things I learned about my body after losing weight number four- You will wear smaller size underwear.
New runners have the most interesting conversations. And by interesting I mean disgusting. When you run, all sorts of interesting happen. Your body changes, and most of the time it isn't pleasant. Blisters, torn muscles, fatigue are just the beginning. Runners will often dehydrate and vomit while running. I've heard of stomach cramps so bad you literally shat yourself. But the worst is the chaffing...
Chafing - definition
1
: irritate, vex
2
: to warm by rubbing especially with the hands
3
a : to rub so as to wear away : abradechafed his skin> b : to make sore by or as if by rubbing
Yep. That would be number #3.
We are encouraged by our team leaders to try out new equipment, energy supplements, etc on our runs now to make sure everything works great for race day. So as I began my run yesterday, 3 miles through downtown Flint and along the river, I decided to try out a new pair of running tights. And stupidly enough, my new cotton briefs.
Now the underwear were dangerously close to falling through most of the day, but I thought perhaps I could struggle through the run, occasionally tugging them back into place. I was wearing my underoos, the running tights, and then cotton shorts over them. Well after the first 100 yards that clearly was not going to work. My underwear were going down.
And taking my tights and shorts with them.
So what began as a fun jog through Flint turned into an ungraceful waddle through the city, with me desperately holding up my clothes to keep me from showing my business to municipality of Flint. Within a 1/4 a mile I had to get rid of the tights and underroos to keep what was left of my modesty. That left me with a scanty pair of cotton shorts. You what happens when you add cotton, sweat and friction? You get chafing.
Refer to Definition #3 above.
After about 1 mile I was uncomfortable. 1.5 miles I was in pain. 2 miles and it was agony. My thighs were literally raw meat. (Your welcome for that visual.) And I wanted to quit so bad. I wanted to sit down on the curb and call my roommate to pick me up. But I kept running. Not because I found some point of zen contemplation. Or came to a great breakthrough. Or pure stick-with-it-ness.
No, I wasn't in the best part of Flint and really didn't want to wait for someone to pick me up. But it worked out. I finished the run and I learned a valuable lesson.
Cotton Shorts + Sweat = Walk of Shame
Obviously, not the ones I wore. These are just for illustrative purposes.
New runners have the most interesting conversations. And by interesting I mean disgusting. When you run, all sorts of interesting happen. Your body changes, and most of the time it isn't pleasant. Blisters, torn muscles, fatigue are just the beginning. Runners will often dehydrate and vomit while running. I've heard of stomach cramps so bad you literally shat yourself. But the worst is the chaffing...
Chafing - definition
1
: irritate, vex
2
: to warm by rubbing especially with the hands
3
a : to rub so as to wear away : abrade
Yep. That would be number #3.
We are encouraged by our team leaders to try out new equipment, energy supplements, etc on our runs now to make sure everything works great for race day. So as I began my run yesterday, 3 miles through downtown Flint and along the river, I decided to try out a new pair of running tights. And stupidly enough, my new cotton briefs.
Now the underwear were dangerously close to falling through most of the day, but I thought perhaps I could struggle through the run, occasionally tugging them back into place. I was wearing my underoos, the running tights, and then cotton shorts over them. Well after the first 100 yards that clearly was not going to work. My underwear were going down.
And taking my tights and shorts with them.
So what began as a fun jog through Flint turned into an ungraceful waddle through the city, with me desperately holding up my clothes to keep me from showing my business to municipality of Flint. Within a 1/4 a mile I had to get rid of the tights and underroos to keep what was left of my modesty. That left me with a scanty pair of cotton shorts. You what happens when you add cotton, sweat and friction? You get chafing.
Refer to Definition #3 above.
After about 1 mile I was uncomfortable. 1.5 miles I was in pain. 2 miles and it was agony. My thighs were literally raw meat. (Your welcome for that visual.) And I wanted to quit so bad. I wanted to sit down on the curb and call my roommate to pick me up. But I kept running. Not because I found some point of zen contemplation. Or came to a great breakthrough. Or pure stick-with-it-ness.
No, I wasn't in the best part of Flint and really didn't want to wait for someone to pick me up. But it worked out. I finished the run and I learned a valuable lesson.
Cotton Shorts + Sweat = Walk of Shame
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