Picking the skin off my top lip. It’s a bit of an OC behaviour, I think (though I’m not OC in other things).
Playing paintball with the teenagers and the fat old guys.
The teenagers know no fear and will punish me. The fat old guys can’t run and I make a lot of stupid charges because they can’t.
Still do it every Saturday morning.
SCA combat (heavy fighting- full contact armored combat). Though I do it much less than I’d like…mostly because I make excuses instead of going to practice…because it hurts. I still feel awesome during and after.
Twice a week, me and my friends sneak onto the turf field at a local high school and play football in the dark. I don’t remember the last time I didn’t have some kidn of injury. Currently its a broken thumb and a bum knee.
Hill climbing on my bicycle.
Eating very hot Thai food, like the kind you need an endorphin release to get through. I mean it. I’ve eaten at some Thai places where I get a sort of perma-grin from the endorphin release, all while I’m chugging fluids, and sweat is running down my face.
If it weren’t for the GI distress that it causes me, I’d do it every day.
Beyond the whole exercise soreness stuff, for me it’s wearing high heels. Yes, they can hurt but my legs look better. Wearing heels means I have to pay more attention walking both for balance and thinking ahead about possible obstacles. Plus I like that I’m able to walk in high heels and many others can’t.
Plucking my eyebrows.
It’s hurty, but my brows do look really nice after.
Donating blood. It usually doesn’t really hurt, but my arm is sometimes a little sore the next day. Whatever the woman that took it last night did, however, made it really sore. I can hardly move my arm today. Still, it’s a good feeling to help out.
Playing full court, full speed Basketball at the age of 36.
The league starts this Wednesday, wish me luck.
I’ve got a bad arch on my right foot and it always hurts like hell the next day. Last year we won the champeenship and we had to play two games back to back, with only five players. I could hardly walk for a week, I actually got a walking cast/leg boot thing to help the recovery.
I like to go to this restaurant that serves really good spring rolls.
They are always brought to the table straight out of the deep fryer.
I always know that they are burny-oily-hot as soon as they arrive at the table. However, they always look and smell so good that I have trouble resisting.
I always know I should wait for them to cool a bit, and I always do wait, a little.
And then I always pick one up (carefully, don’t want to burn my fingers) and take a bite, at which point I always burn my tongue.
I’ve been doing this for years.
Chinese mustard. I love that stuff. I’m not one for jalapenos, but I’ll slather mustard on my egg rolls and wontons and lemon chicken. I have to make sure there’s a glass of water and plenty of napkins for when I start coughing and wiping my runny nose…but it hurts so good.
Likewise. I recieved this horseradish mustard from my brother for Christmas.
It is, without question, the hottest and most challenging thing I have ever put in my mouth. And I love hot foods and horseradish of all kinds.
Oooh, I forgot to mention kayaking. My shoulders and sides hate me, but they will obey or be crushed!
I ask women out on dates. That part’s not really painful, but the rejections certainly are.
On second thought, I don’t really enjoy asking them out, either.
Sometimes I donate a little blood, too . . . by annoying my wife on purpose. Yeah, the beatings hurt, but she has such a cute puckered little expression when she’s pissed off. Plus, I know it hurts her more than it hurts me, once she stops chuckling to herself.
I love drinking a Diet Coke first thing in the morning. It buuurrrns. Ah.
And horseradish. It really really burns. Ah.
I chew my lip.
Can’t stop. I have tried.
From grad school up until recently, playing soccer always gave me a medium-sized migraine the next day. But I loved soccer too much to quit. Fortunately, I finally found a medicine which prevents my exercise-induced migraines. Woo hoo!
A few time a year my wife will get me on the floor and scour my back for things to squeeze. When she gets done she rewards me with a good back scratching. It all hurts so good.
Squeezing zits and blackheads until blood comes out.
When my lips get dry in winter, spreading my lips so they crack and bleed.
I also chew the skin on my lip.