Inspired by a podcast of the same name (running is BS) that loves to hate running.
This week I particularly hate running because…
Spring time in upon the northern hemisphere, but that brings about the freaking hoard of hovering flies 🪰🪰🪰🪰🪰 at mouth level for easy ingestion.
Whether it is parks, trails, by water bodies, I can’t seem to get away from them and always end up eating a mouthful of tiny flies, or at least up in my nostrils.
The worst was when I held my breath over a few steps thinking I made it through a patch, and gasping my way into another horde and engulfing a mother road after. UGH.
15 year running chafer here, I’ve learnt to live it with some help from Vaseline.
Tired of spending countless bucks on tops, tights and shorts only for the designs to change in a few years to chafe again, or my body grows in whatever ways to chaf.
I just slab on the vase