These are all things you expect to take away from an Ironman.
Herpes? Well that certainly wasn't on my plan.
Imagine my surprise when, 36 hours after finishing IMFL, I woke with a massive blister on the roof of my mouth. As the day progressed the pain got worse, radiating to my jaw, ears, throat and head. The throbbing pain made it impossible to eat, drink, and even sleep. Orajel did nothing. Advil did nothing. My Ironman appetite had disappeared leaving without any food for 24 hours. I finally bit the bullet and headed to the doc. Doc said I had a classic case of Herpes simplex virus, which is something 80 percent of the population has. Most people usually have their first outbreak as children, so future outbreaks aren't as severe. But lucky me--I had my first outbreak as an adult so I get hit with a severe case of it including excruciating pain. I'm on an antiviral which will help clear it up in 7 days or so.
So screw you, Ironman. You f'ed me all day last Saturday, talked dirty the whole time, took my away my dignity, and left me with a susceptible triathlete disease. I thought my all my training was protection enough, but obviously I was wrong.
And the worst part? He didn't even cuddle afterwards.
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