Blood, Sweat and Tears

Thanks to tonight's training, my body took the phrase "blood, sweat and tears" literally. Although it was only 4 miles, my feet were still sore and tired from the weekend.

While I don't have any gym mishaps to share, I can tell about a problem plaguing me - blisters.

Although I lathered up with Blister Block all over my feet, it just wasn't enough tonight. I'm pretty sure I could have dipped my feet in Crisco and that wouldn't have been enough.

Around the 1 mile mark, the back of my ankle was rubbing. Instead of stopping, I turned up my headphones. Clearly, the pain of my feet and the volume of my iPod are related.

At mile 3, the rubbing was burning. If I didn't already have my iPod volume maxed out, I would have turned up the music, but this obviously called for something else. Refusing the quit, I stuffed part of a paper towel in the back of my shoe. Was it a redneck move? Yes. Did it do the trick? For about 30 seconds.

Neil suggested I get new shoes, but I'm fully convinced that my feet will be just fine after I break these shoes in.

Mile 4, I was pouring sweat and limping to my car.

When I got home from the gym, I discovered the shoes are definitely mine to keep. Why, you ask? Well, when I took my shoe off, I discovered my ankle was bleeding. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or proud - maybe a little bit of both.

I figured I'd better soak the feet and get some antibiotic cream on the blisters, especially my bloody wound. It was while soaking my feet the tears came. Not full on crying, just a little teary because it burned.

Now, an hour or so later, I have my feet nice and clean, a bunch of Band-Aids on them, and some socks.

I'm hoping for a miracle because I think tomorrow is 2 miles.

Good night!

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Feel free to make a donation in honor of my bleeding foot.