This is not the kind of issue a 32 year old guy in the best shape of his life should be forced to suffer from and it has taken till now for me to even come to admitt it.

Not too long ago, I had to stop mid-run to combat this pain. I walked into an Italian restaurant, grabbed the oil-and-vinegar off the table and snuck into the men's room where I have proceed to douse my inner legs with salad dressing to help with lubrication.. I had oil running down my legs for the next 10 miles and let me tell you it was NOT a pleasant sight. When I finished this run, the smell that came off me was a combination of sweat, tears and vinaigrette,bascially the smell of a Vietnamese whore house.
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