Embarrassing Moments While Exercising... (Page 2)

Not sure I was embarrased, just something odd that happened.

Swimming laps and a girl is joining to share my lane. She is starting from the deep end. Strange, but OK.
As I approach the deep end, I notice she dropped something and it sank to the bottom. I will be nice and pick it up for her since I am right there! I dive down and pick up a freaking WEIGHT, and set it on the side of the pool for her. I am so nice.

She says "oh... I did that on purpose. It's part of my physical therapy to retrieve weights."

Oh, ummm ok. Carry on.

Met up with some locals for my first trail run (this was in January).  We run 8-10 miles and a few of us decide to head out for a couple more miles.  I'm not in front (I have no idea where I'd be going) and I'm focused on the ground immediately in front of me so I don't twist an ankle.  I'm wearing sunglasses and my billed running hat and manage to look up about 10 milliseconds before I hit an overhanging tree branch. 

BLAM! 

I'm mostly OK, but I have a pretty good scrape from the bridge of my glasses right between my eyebrows.  Neighborhood party later that night, and then I have to show up at work on Monday.  Not much fun explaining to people that I was out running in the woods in January (it's cold outside) and RUN INTO A TREE. 

You mean besides being chicked, geezered, or passed by the lady with the jogging stroller? 

Met up with some locals for my first trail run (this was in January).  We run 8-10 miles and a few of us decide to head out for a couple more miles.  I'm not in front (I have no idea where I'd be going) and I'm focused on the ground immediately in front of me so I don't twist an ankle.  I'm wearing sunglasses and my billed running hat and manage to look up about 10 milliseconds before I hit an overhanging tree branch. 

BLAM! 

I'm mostly OK, but I have a pretty good scrape from the bridge of my glasses right between my eyebrows.  Neighborhood party later that night, and then I have to show up at work on Monday.  Not much fun explaining to people that I was out running in the woods in January (it's cold outside) and RUN INTO A TREE. 

You mean besides being chicked, geezered, or passed by the lady with the jogging stroller? 

Met up with some locals for my first trail run (this was in January).  We run 8-10 miles and a few of us decide to head out for a couple more miles.  I'm not in front (I have no idea where I'd be going) and I'm focused on the ground immediately in front of me so I don't twist an ankle.  I'm wearing sunglasses and my billed running hat and manage to look up about 10 milliseconds before I hit an overhanging tree branch. 

BLAM! 

I'm mostly OK, but I have a pretty good scrape from the bridge of my glasses right between my eyebrows.  Neighborhood party later that night, and then I have to show up at work on Monday.  Not much fun explaining to people that I was out running in the woods in January (it's cold outside) and RUN INTO A TREE. 

I posted this a while back, but it is relevant here, and still embarrassing...

The following story was written in my training log on Monday.  The events described occurred on Saturday, and unfortunately, are all true.  A few of my blog visitors thought that the CoJ crowd might enjoy laughing at/with me...

So, the training aspect of the Vegas trip was eventful.  I went for a run on Saturday morning that was going to be a little over eight miles along the strip and back to the hotel.  I've run the strip before and couldn't wait, as it is a fun run.  I left at around 6:30am, which is a great time of day to be out.  Since it's Vegas at dawn, you tend to see all sorts of strange stuff at that time of the morning.  Little did I know that I was about to be a part of the bizzarre parade, and probably end up in the stories of many others when they descibed the weird things they saw on their trip.  With about a mile left in the run, my chest started stinging a little bit as if I was chafing.  No big deal, I thought, I'm almost done.  When I got back to the hotel, I prepared for the walk of shame through the casino.  I'm always a little self conscious returning to the hotel after a training run, since you have to go all the way through the casino to get to the elevators.  It was even a little worse than usual this time, since we were staying at Hard Rock, and they have become even more of a hangout for the young and pretty since last time we stayed.  As I'm meandering back to the elevators, dripping in sweat, I tried to avoid the stares of the people in the casino, with their tight skin and judgment.  The he!! with them, I thought, I just ran 8 1/2 miles while you were sitting in here drinking and gambling. 

I returned to the room and wandered into the bathroom.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was HORRIFIED - there were two half-dollar sized blood stains on my shirt (a bright yellow shirt, by the way - trying to be as visible as possible) over my nipples.  Yep - the telltale sign of a long unlubricated run gone bad.  Geez - how long had they been there?  No wonder people were looking at me a little funny.  I just thought that people were a little unfriendly, not having any idea that they were looking at me like a crazy person and shielding their and their childrens' eyes from a sight that would haunt them for years to come.  I had been oblivious to my condition.  Before I knew it, my caring wife had ordered Neosporin from room service (who knew they even offered that?) to help them heal.  She said that the entire hotel staff is probably referring to me as 'bloody nipple guy'.