I've had my nose stud for over 2 and a half years now. I got it with Pam and Chris in New Orleans the day after my 1st marathon. I was SO nervous. The guy doing it knew I was so scared that I figured he had to be joking when he put the stud in and said, "oops." I mean only an idiot would say "oops" with a freaked-out girl in the seat in front of you, so he had to be joking. He wasn't. He had accidentally hit the tissue that divides my nostrils; but it was barely a scratch so all was fine. Except that I was so nauseous after it happened that I couldn't get out of the seat for 10 minutes. I think it was a combination of nerves, hangover, and the 26.2 mile jaunt the day before.

It was a toss up between taking the stud out and getting one of these. There's always the next marathon...
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