Yeah, I know. Weird.
On the other hand, used to have to spend time windmilling my arms
before a run or my shoulder would start to ache after a mile or so.
I once cleared a lot of room for myself in the finish line chutes
(remember those?) of a 10K with a spectacular case of the dry heaves.
On a winter jog through the woods near Horn Pond, I slipped on black ice
and went down so fast I was on my back on the ground before I realized I
was falling. By reflex, my arms reached out to slap the ground to break
my fall. I'm sure that saved my noggin, but it hurt my elbow and I had to
finish the run with my arms cradled to my chest.
I ran a distance race on a hot summer day. I was wearing a light-colored
cotton tee. At the end of the race I saw two pink lines down the front of
the shirt. The cotton tee had gotten soaked with my sweat and rubbed
my nipples so raw that they bled.
But no, no side stitches.