Crunchy ‘Nanas

In running literature, you will find no shortage of chafing horror stories. You’ve got your nipple chafing and rubbing between the thighs and other extremely sensitive and inconvenient places. You’ve got your first chafe experiences and long-term struggles against friction and its after-effects.

I am not sure where my story falls. I am hoping it doesn’t fall into the “um, I’ve never heard of that. How on earth did you manage that one?” genre. But on this, I am not optimistic.

Yesterday, after our soggy 6 mile run, which we completed nearly quicker than our 5 mile run in France last weekend!, I hopped into the shower. As one who is smelly and waterlogged from running during the “summer” in England is eager to do, I jumped right in. And do you want to know the first thought in my head as I ducked myself under the stream of steamy water? Well, it was this: Oh my god, what IS that? Someone must have slipped me something and tried to convince me to break my no unnatural holes policy.

I looked down and not only was my tummy hole-free, just as it’s been my whole life, but there was no redness, no scratch, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I continued on with the scrubbing and singing.

Today, it clicked. I bent over for further investigation. The inside, inside!, of my belly button had chafed on our run. Now, I don’t have a complete innie, but I don’t have a total outie either. I am more of an innie-outie kind of girl. But, apparently outie enough.

Lesson learned: when the forecast calls for rain, I’m rubbing myself head to toe with Bodyglide. Just in case. You never know where the chafe’s gonna strike.

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