As a kid I was many things: creative, artistic, nerdy, quiet, tall. Words like athletic or strong were never used for me. Nope. I was quite the wimp when it came to sports and more than once I ended up bruised and battered when my much more athletically-gifted sister tried to teach me how to catch a baseball.
- Snot Rockets. Sometimes a dainty wipe on your sleeve just isn’t enough, am I right? I myself am still perfecting the art of the snot rocket (usually I just get it all over my shirt) but I can certainly appreciate the necessity of such a move and will keep trying until I get my aim and pressure just right.
- Wearing Already-Worn Exercise Clothes. I try not to do this very often but sometimes a run needs to happen whether the laundry is done or not! If I find myself in this unfortunate situation I try to plug my nose as I get dressed so as to avoid any olfactory reminders that my outfit isn’t so fresh.
- Squatting in the Bush. When you gotta go, you gotta go and let’s face it, running can have the effect of ahem, accelerating one’s digestive system. Thankfully this has only happened to me once way back when but I run a lot more now and I know one day nature’s going to call again. Perhaps I should add TP to my long run packing list!
- Greasing Up! Let’s face it, smearing all your nooks and crannies with your lube of choice is kind of gross. A chafe-prevention necessity yes, but not exactly something I ever imagined I’d spend so much time planning and doing.
- Popping Blisters. Who knew the examination, analysis, preparation, palpation, popping and eventual picking of one’s blisters would become such a hobby. Thankfully I don’t get them very often but when I do, clear my schedule because there’s work to do!
- Taking Ugly Toe Pics. Sigh, this could be a post all of it’s own. They’re ugly, they’re gnarly, they’re painful and should probably be kept to myself but for some reason it’s with great pride that I show and tell people about my ugly runner toes. Admit it, I’m not the only one.
- Sweating on Your Friends. Generally amongst friends I like to be clean, presentable and smelling pretty but if those friends are running friends then all courtesies go out the window! I have shared some truly incredible and memorable hugs with some pretty sweaty friends and in that moment of pure, celebratory joy at the finish line, the sweatier the better. Sweat on my friends, because those finish line hugs are worth every smelly second.
- Sharing WAY Too Much Information. I tell ya, there’s something about a long run that brings out the need to talk and for some reason, conversation usually heads in the personal direction. I’m pretty sure my running buddies know just as much about my body, my health and my personal life as I do! Sorry guys…