Thursday, June 10, 2010
is it better to sustain a haematoma than shit your chamois?
today, my girlfriend who also ran the 25k trail race a few weeks ago, showed me her toenails; in the car park after we had returned from a veritable mountain bike bruise-fest. she had already lanced two, and was harvesting just one more purple piggie. mine were still boring, crayola shades of 'macaroni and cheese' and desert sand'.
a week ago, i was the grossed out, yet also somewhat jealous, witness to a post-road ride puke-fest. i have only personally attained dizzy spells and intestinal nausea following a marathon, but nary a regurg-ed carrot piece, or any other measurable unit of emesis have i produced.
sadly, i haven't even progressed much further than the mid-run 'waddle-into-nearby-bushes-to-shamefully-but-with-much-relief-drop-my-shorts-because-the-coffee-hadn't-kicked-in-that-morning' rite of bodily passage.