I just ran 10 miles in shorts. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
By about mile 6, that inner thigh fat was a-rubbin', folks!
I now have two red spots to show for it.
Every time I walk I have to walk like I just got done horseback riding so as not to make it worse.
Lesson learned.
I will mention, however, that running post-wax is far more comfortable than running pre-wax (have I talked about waxing my hoo-ha enough on this blog? Or just in life? I think so. Moving on.).
How was your weekend?
I spent mine drooling over pretty clothes in a pretty atmosphere.
My new red sailing dress? Love.
Now I just need to convince The Dizzle that he wants to become a sailor and purchase a boat so we can sail into the sunset while I feel the wind in my hair, all while wearing that dress, of course.
Welp. I think it's safe to say that since I have dedicated my Monday to running 10 miles, I now have every excuse to do absolutely nothing else for the rest of the day. If anyone asks me to do something, like say, the laundry, I can just respond with an, "Oh, shoot, you KNOW I'd love to, but I just simply can't. You see, I ran 10 miles today."
End conversation.
And with that, I shall bid you adieu. I am off to grab an ice pack for my inner thighs.
By about mile 6, that inner thigh fat was a-rubbin', folks!
I now have two red spots to show for it.
Every time I walk I have to walk like I just got done horseback riding so as not to make it worse.
Lesson learned.
I will mention, however, that running post-wax is far more comfortable than running pre-wax (have I talked about waxing my hoo-ha enough on this blog? Or just in life? I think so. Moving on.).
How was your weekend?
I spent mine drooling over pretty clothes in a pretty atmosphere.
My new red sailing dress? Love.
Now I just need to convince The Dizzle that he wants to become a sailor and purchase a boat so we can sail into the sunset while I feel the wind in my hair, all while wearing that dress, of course.
Welp. I think it's safe to say that since I have dedicated my Monday to running 10 miles, I now have every excuse to do absolutely nothing else for the rest of the day. If anyone asks me to do something, like say, the laundry, I can just respond with an, "Oh, shoot, you KNOW I'd love to, but I just simply can't. You see, I ran 10 miles today."
End conversation.
And with that, I shall bid you adieu. I am off to grab an ice pack for my inner thighs.
xoxo
Body Glide is your friend. I have scars from where I forgot to put Body Glide. Both on my inner thighs and on my back.
ReplyDeleteLove that dress!
ReplyDeleteMy first half marathon, there was a LONG line at every first aid station where they were handing out tongue depressors with gobs of vaseline on the end.
ReplyDeleteI feel you on the thigh fat, I climbed a mountain in shorts and it was an awful idea. I won't ever do that again!
ReplyDeleteTell me again why you're putting yourself through all this agony.... Not just to get out of the laundry, I hope!
ReplyDeleteyour dress is gorgeous! 10 miles is ridiculously far -- i wouldn't be doing anything for the rest of the day either.
ReplyDeletexo,
gabby
www.likealittlefox.blogspot.com
Inner thigh fat is not conducive to ANYTHING. I need mine to go away. But ain't no way I can run 10 miles. So that's not happening. :( womp womp.
ReplyDeletexo Denise
lovelybohemian.blogspot.com
the inner thighs are just clapping to cheer you on! Don't give me credit, I think I saw this in some ecards.
ReplyDeletemy inner thighs just burned reading this. for some reason it reminded me of pictures of bleeding nipples of marathon runners. oucccchhh.
ReplyDeleteRunning ten miles should get you out of ANYTHING!
ReplyDeletexx Kelly
Sparkles and Shoes