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Tuesday, November 02, 2010


There is no such thing as TMI when it comes to running. We share it all: Poo stories, group pees behind trees, snot rockets, the occasional escaped fart. I never thought I could be this disgusting and still be socially accepted.

Therefore, I give you The Blister.

This baby has plagued me since Portland. I pop it, and it comes back. I pop it again, and surprise -- it suddenly reappears! It's like the Jesus of blisters -- rise and keep on rising.

(Cue angry comments from very religious people in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... )

2 comments:

bikerly said...

nice post and prime example of why I love runners. no other group quite like them. snot rockets never seem to work out for me. thanks for helping me write the post about Eli's bike and election day! much appreciated.

Michaela said...

I'm not great at snot rockets, either (and I kind of have a phobia of accidentally getting in the way of one during a race). But the group pee? I rule at that. And I can tell a mean poo story any time. :)

 
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