I had the weekend off from running so I was able to let my nipples recover from my last run. I beat them up so bad I was afraid the Nipple Protective Services were going to be knocking on my door wanting to ask me questions on why I am so abusive to such a sensitive part of my body.
I couldn't get it out of my mind that I was just some freak of nature whose teats were so sensitive I'd never be able to run past three miles without having the fire department hose me down with a blanket of white foam. I had to investigate this so I did a search online and was relieved that this affliction is prevalent for men and women who compete in long distance races or who run for prolonged periods of time.
It was comforting to get confirmation that my delicate nipples had nothing to do with my freakish behaviors.
It just shows that there is so much that I have to learn about running. There's certainly more to running than just buying a nice pair of Nikes, a sweat band, and finding a flat surface to stretch my legs out on. I am thrilled to learn the ins and outs of becoming an experienced and seasoned runner but I will have to be prepared for unexpected injuries to arise when I least expect them.
I am scheduled to run four miles times and I feel more confident now that I have purchased my nipple pasties. I can take my fragile nipples back to the streets and get them as wet and irritated as I want without worrying that I will speed past pedestrians like I'm fleeing from a unmanageable forest fire.
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