Seriously.
On long runs I manage to shove pockets full of random junk and find all sorts of ways to strap gadgets, food, and drink to me. I'm sure most people I pass think I look like an idiot.
On shorter runs, I shed the stuff and try to run with nothing but my house keys. There is one thing I make sure I've got on me no matter what the length of my run and that's this bad boy:
Chaffing is no joke. If you think it's funny, go to mile 22 of a marathon and take a good look around. Those guys with the bleeding nipples aren't laughing.
People, protect yourselves. Lube up. You're welcome.
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