1) Boo-Boos
This is my neck the day after my triathlon:
That = a super ouchie rash that hung out for over a week. It felt like a bad cut on my neck.
Where did it come from? The best guess is my wetsuit. During the swim, I kept pulling at the back of my wetsuit because it was hurting my neck. Then during the run, with each cup of water I dumped over my head came a searing burn from the back of my neck. I had no idea what the problem was, but when I showed it to my family after the race, they told me there was nothing there.
Well, it was there... it just took 24 hours to show up. This is definitely something I need to worry about for the next time I wear my wetsuit.
2) Burnies
Of course I put sunscreen on before my race.
But of course I got burned anyway...
And of course it is extremely distinctive because of the tight tri suit I wore. My legs even have nice burn lines straight across my thighs.
3) Creepy Crawlies
My bike had been sitting still for only four days, when I found this...
That, my friends, is a spider web. And what do I hate?
Spiders.
But at least he's tiny (and I mean dust-particle size)...
So that's what you get for completing your first olympic triathlon!
That, and a laziness that can only be tamed by a forceful slap in the face...
9.07.2010
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8 comments:
Ouch! WTG on your race.
Nice job! Ouch, that neck burn looks painful.
The doesn't even qualify as a spider, to small.
form the person that has always killed spiders for you.
I've experienced those "burns" myself, however, in different areas. Usually around the bra area! I "highly" recommend body glide. I works great and keeps those burns at bay!
Congrats again on a great race!
ouch ouch ouch. As if I needed more reasons to NOT want to do a tri!?!? You're not flying th Tri flag very well.
Cool, battle scars!
Uh, ow! Although it makes you even that much more hard core! ;0)
The spider is cute. He could be a little training coach for your ride.
One morning on my way to work I had one on my car's windshield. The strong, little guy stayed on my windshield till I hit about 70 mph. About every 15 miles one of the eight legs would lose its grip.
Kevin J
http://halftriing.blogspot.com
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