We prepare for months for what will likely be “the race of a lifetime” and, in doing so, we often transform our otherwise mundane lives into something pretty darn special. Nurse, salesperson, or accountant by day; super insane athlete every other second of the day.
What we don’t often see, however, is the rest of the workout. You know, the boring stuff—the actual work. You know what else we also rarely see? The mortifying and repulsive (read: interesting) stuff that happens during training and racing! Why does nobody want to Facebook Live their projectile vomit at the end of a 5K test? Why is no one Snapchatting their road rash from an embarrassing face plant? I suppose you can say that it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and, fortunately, when embarrassing stuff happens, usually the only thing that gets damaged is our ego.
Recently, I asked people to share some of their gross and repugnant stories thinking I wouldn’t hear much for fear of public humiliation. Boy, was I wrong! People do love to tell their war stories; so many, in fact, that I had to break them up into “creepy categories.” Clearly, when your pride is on the line, your dignity goes out the window (or down your leg).