>> Friday, September 04, 2009
Me: “Umm... Hi everybody. My name is Steve...”
Everybody: (in unison) “Hi Steve.”
Me: “...and I have a swass problem.”
Everybody: (applauding with approving smiles because I just opened up)
It appears after long, warm runs. It doesn’t smell like SWEAT. And it doesn’t smell like ASS. It’s some odd combination of sweaty/ass (AKA: “swass”). If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you think I’m crazy and gross. If you KNOW what I’m talking about, then you’re nodding in approval right now with a small grin on your face.
It’s as if SWEAT and ASS mated and had a baby. That baby filled its diaper, ate the dirty diaper, and then vomited all over my crotch. Yep, that’s about right.
Here’s the proof: Tuesday I did 4 x 1600 on the track with Julia (see 3 posts down). I got home, threw my running shorts in the hamper, showered, and had to head to class. When I got home from class, I noticed my running shorts had migrated to the guest room window:
Happy Friday!! Last oly tri of the season for Pharmie and I on Sunday!