Here's a pretty straightforward one: Bloody Nipples!

My friend Ian was sitting at the finish line of the Portland Marathon Sunday morning, dutifully watching the LCD screen of the camera making sure every finisher was documented for the world to see, when he spotted this guy. Ian's eyes instantly locked on the guy's chafetastic nips, probably forcing his camera to stray from the finish line as he whispered to us in amazement “That guy’s nipples are so bloody!” So if anyone that finished the Portland Marathon on Sunday didn’t get their finish uploaded to the Internets, you can blame this guy and his nips.

But what a trooper, right? Staring at the nipple-level bloodstains we couldn’t help but cringe as we tried to imagine how many miles he had run with that kind of chafing. 10 miles? 15 miles? That’s endurance right there. I give that guy the gutsy award for the day. No, the week. My only question is, what is left where his nipples were? Just some smooth circle patches?