I'm only slightly sore from the run yesterday; more fatigued than anything. I ended up with a few battle scars, however, from personal neglect more than anything. For distance runs, I swear by Body Glide to protect me from chafing and irritation along the seams of my clothing. When you run long enough, your skin can chap even from rubbing against itself, so it's worth it to slather Body Glide on your inner thighs and even between your buttcheeks. Yesterday I ran wearing my new Patagonia tights, which are a delightfully warm waffley fleece material. The pants have a rather unique feature which lends itself to their purpose-- running in cold temperatures. There is a zipper that runs the entire length of the crotch from front to back for easy access, I suppose, when one wants to pee in the woods and no freeze one's butt off.

The zipper, while wonderful, was the source of my problems yesterday. Around five miles it started to chafe and I knew that I'd regret not wearing Body Glide. The pain was tolerable as long as I was running, but when I stopped it started to sting. Mercifully, the crotch on the pants is low enough that I wasn't scraping my girl bits, but I do have some very red and jagged welts on both upper inner thighs. They don't hurt any more but man do they look vicious.



My left calf muscle is aching this morning, but not from running. Yesterday afternoon, Justin and I attended the Tops & Tails rope bondage workshop at the Seattle Sex-Positive Community Center (SPCC, better known as the WetSpot). Our favorite Mistress, and her lovely partner Max, demoed "tops & tails" ties for the face & hair, and for girl & boy bits. We attended the subsequent party afterwards and had a chance to practice a bit. At the end of the evening, Max strung me and my sister (who made her debut at Matisse's New Years party) from the ceiling in physically taxing positions. I spent the first 20 minutes on one leg, hence the calf pain, and the rest of the hour 5 feet off the ground with my arms behind my back. Wheeeee!

Justin and I haven't been much involved with the Seattle kink scene since the last time we went to Folsom Street Fair to help Monk sell his rope. In that time I've been more or less consumed with work, and I spent a long few months learning to deal with my depression and anxiety. All in all, I was left with very little energy to pursue romping in or out of the bedroom. So I have to say that the last week has been a fun re-introduction to a world that makes sex seem, well, anything but boring.

Between this and distance running, I might just be walking funny more often!
Posted on January 08, 2007 @ 10:12 AM | 6 comments

Comments:

Being off the ground with your arms behind your back didn't hurt?

Bondage and running, two very good hobbies.

By  running42k, at 12:29 PM, January 08, 2007  

Well, I wasn't held up by my arms alone, I had a chest harness, a hip harness, and a tie around my feet too. Y'know, no use risking a dislocated shoulder or two. But it did hurt after a while... just not as much as I wanted it to. ^_^

By  Kat, at 1:37 PM, January 08, 2007  

Tough and pretty... What a nice combination.

Thanks for a very nice time.

- Max
http://www.BondageLessons.com

By  Anonymous, at 7:22 PM, January 08, 2007  

Ah, sex... when was the last time I had that? Hmm. Maybe I ought to see the lady doctor about these libido-killing anti-baby pills.

Those pants you describe are genious, btw, but don't you think we need a picture of the welts?

By  Lazy Lightning, at 7:26 PM, January 08, 2007  

Yeah, I was on Ortho-Cyclen for a year and a half before I realized it'd killed my libido. I mean, it still isn't STRONG now, but at least it exists.

And your photo evidence is above, madamoiselle.

By  Kat, at 11:50 PM, January 08, 2007  

Chafing stings like a mofo, it's all about teh Body Glide.

By  Rachel, at 9:15 PM, January 09, 2007  

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