Let there be blood

I returned home from my 10-mile run shattered, exhausted and... bleeding.

Panting for every breath of air going I struggled to undestand Hannah as she waited for me on the steps of my house.

"Are you bleeding? What's that on your top," she said.

As I looked down I saw a red splurge across my running vest and it seemed to have originated from my nipple.
Now, it all started to add up. I had been wondering why so many people at Cannon Hill Park had been giving me curious looks.

And it explained why one family covered their children's eyes as I jogged past. Not a pleasant sight for anyone, let alone an innocent family out for a quiet Sunday afternoon stroll in the park.

A bleeding nipple. Not exactly the coolest fashion statement around.

Well, now I have vaseline so I hope that's going to sort the problem. The last thing I want is for my nipple (the left one if you're interetested) to start leaking while I'm at work.

However, a brief bit of investigative journalism - 'Nipplegate' if you will - soon cleared up why the problem started this particular week, after 10 weeks of blood-free locomoting.

A new polyester running top had got wet and heavy in the rain and the cooler air temperature had caused my nipple to become erect thereby exacerbating the problem.

Could I have forseen this tragedy? Probably.
Will it happen again? Not on your nelly - the good people of Cannon Hill Park deserve better.

But there's a lesson everyone can learn from that little fable. Wear sensible comfortable running clothes and lubricate with vaseline where necessary.