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NIP IT IN THE BUD
It’s kinda like that. Ouch!
RUNNER: “Your nipples might bleed.”
ME: “Can you say that again?”
RUNNER: “Your nipples might bleed.”
ME: “My nipples might what?”
RUNNER: “Bleed.”
ME: “Bleed?”
RUNNER: “Bleed.”
ME: “$%#@”
That was me just before my first 8-mile run back in 2008 when I was told that I should probably get some kind of nipple protection. I was thinking, “What the hell kind of sport am I getting into where my nipples might start dripping blood like a pair of synchronized leaky faucets.” Got a mental picture, didn’t you?
Tripping The Kenyans 