The Time My Nipples Chaffed So Badly That My Scabs Had Scabs.
Hey cunts. Writing is becoming ever harder. If this blog continues on for another 80 years it will take me 50 years by the end to actually make an update.
I wanted to tell you about my nipples tonight.
After the 100k I experienced a new phenomenon on my nipple called the ‘double scab’. Effectively my nipple had chaffed so badly that the scab had grown a scab of it’s own.
This was somewhat amusing for the first week or so but when they eventually tore themselves off it was fucking agony. I was actually weeping on my run commute in Cambridge last Monday.
Both of my healed nipples now look like golf tees which is funny more than anything. Plus they are the good sort of itchy. I can scratch away at my tits without any pain. It wasn’t always like this. I honestly thought they were gonna go septic at one point.
It’s not as if I want to turn up at a hospital, rip off my shirt and point to where it hurts.
My plan during the 100k was to go to the first aid tent at each stop and ask for vaseline if necessary. I tried this at the first one but they were asking for too much information.
They asked for my name and my home address. The home address was OK but my name is always a cunt to tell people as they just get it wrong.
Me : Waterworth
Woman : Wigglesforth?
Me : Waterworth!!
Woman : Wellington?
Me : Just pick a name you like and that’s my name, OK?
Woman : Sorry?
Me : Wellington. Now rub my tits.
After that I couldn’t be fucked with the charade.
Despite all of the tit pain I’ve just went and entered the London 2 Cambridge Challenge in 3 weeks time.
I’ll see you there if I still have tits.