Running along Port Melbourne on a 90 minute interval session @ 4.30 this morning my triathlete asked me if the man walking on the beach was naked. "Nah" I said "he has speedos on". A few more steps and what I thought was a pair of speedos was actually a mass of pubic hair.....another couple of steps closer as he bent over to pick up his clothes and it was as though everything turned into s.....l......o.............m...........o............he bent over and I could have sworn his member touched the sand forming a tripod fit for a camera......................his mouth gaped open as his eyes met ours.....................as we ran by I said to my triathlete "Yep..........................................he was naked".
I had some issues with my little toe and when I pulled off my socks and shoes back at home I could see (and feel) that some rubbing had occurred (not sure how because I wear individual toe socks and I had put barrier cream all over them)............this resulted in me having a meltdown before work trying to find a pair of shoes that didn't cause me excruciating pain.......................I ended up swallowing painkillers to get me out the door..............my little toe is already thanking me that tomorrow is a rest day.
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