May 22 2005. For some stupid reason I allowed myself to get roped into doing a half marathon. I think some parts of my brain were not connecting at the point when I agreed... foot, run, 21 km. Isnt that why cars were invented....

With some fear the day arrived, a 5:45 am wakeup to get to the start line for a 7:30 am start. And off we went. It hurt, I havent ever had such leg pain, days later I still feel like I need a wheelchair, blisters covered my feet. But by far the worst effect is the nipple rub. Fortunately I had been warned prior to the event and ran with a little tub of vaseline, which I reguarly got out and rubbed on my nippes (o so erotically). My running buddy Andrew however didnt have such foresight, and suffered what can only be described as the chaffing from hell...

Ouch!