Having tipped a full mug of freshly made (no milk and an insulated cup π±) tea into your lap you leap up screaming ripping your shorts off(taking skin with them π±) to see your thigh bright red and beginning to blister and you burst into tears firstly because of the pain but almost as closely because you realise βI wonβt be able to run tomorrow now πβ - π€£π€£
4 dats later the redness is fading the blisters are subsiding and Iβm hoping to get my leggings on tomorrow and get out for a run.
The joys of running ππ½ββοΈ ππ½ββοΈππ½ββοΈπππ»