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sacramentalistI have my first war wound of the season. I seem to have chafed the entire inside of my thigh with my boxers. Ow!
This is good in a way, because I would have run too ambitiously for my own good.
It hurts like a dickens, but hey, it's kind of a badge of honour. Why be ashamed, right? Every rash, every blister, every bloody nipple is a sign that motion has occurred, right? Yay me!
Still, ow! Here's to Body Glide and Band-Aids
