What: Wallowing-by-text message with The Modern Gal about the 10 miles of awfulness.
Where: My laundry-covered sofa.
Why: Because that's how I roll.
And that, my lovelies, is why it pays to have BFFs who always look on the bright side -- even when it comes to chafing. After all: They help you defunk your sulking and make you laugh.
Yay for friends! And yay for a good running metaphor.
P.S. YEOWW! Let my red, swollen, painful chin be a reminder to pay attention to Good Form Running, especially when you're tired.
P.P.S. And thus ends my bad-run wallowing. The self-imposed time limit has expired.