Life experiences

Here's a thought exercise. Think back to the life experiences you recall when you hear the phrase "bleeding nipples". I'll list mine to get us started.

1. Lending a t-shirt to Wil Spicher (designated funny guy in the grade ahead of me) during a high school trip, after which he remarked "I guess this would be a good time to tell you about my bleeding nipple disease."
2. Finding the runner with the bleeding nipples on the top of a Brooks running shoe box, "Where's Waldo" style.
3. My own nipples today, after a ten-mile run.

In the course of today's activity, my man-bosoms jiggled enough to cause some serious chafing, which I didn't notice at all until the end. I think they make special pasties for this purpose (tassels optional). At any rate, please hold off on any friendly titty-twisters for the next few days.

Nancy rode her bike along with me, operating a simulated aid station service. I drank water every two miles, and scarfed Swedish fish and fig newtons nearly as often. She'd ride ahead and hand off the fuel, me still barreling along, fig newton particles soon flying out of my mouth. Here I come, race photographers.

Anyway, it worked. The fatigue I felt at the end of my nine-miler was gone today. My legs are pretty sore from all the mileage of the past few weeks, but I still felt strong, managing negative splits for several of the miles.

Also, let me know what you think of my new custom t-shirt design: