Owie, owie owie owie, *sob*.
I have a blister! I know, I'm such a whiner. But I couldn't snivel when I realized I had it cuz my niece, who is the biggest drama queen I know when it comes to personal injury, was watching. So I had to show her how to blow off the fact that you are bleeding into your runner.
My shoes were rubbing the last few times I ran, so on Tuesday I took it fairly easy, hoping to just break in my skin. But alas, it was too much, and I had to do my workout barefoot, it was so tender after my run. Today, I thought 'fuck it', and ran! I could feel it rubbing, but then it seemed to go away, and the exhiliration of the run took over. I get to the school, and do my cool down by walking around the schoolyard until the bell rings. But as I'm walking, my sock is feeling kinda funny. Just as I get to the classroom, and Aly comes out, I'm pulling my sock up to see what the deal is, and Aly yells "what's that red thing, Aunty?"
Well. Now I have to play tough, even though the pain is starting to set in, because I've worn right through the skin and am seriously bleeding into my runner! The funny feeling was the sock sticking to my skin on one side, and my runner on the other! "Blood" I say in my best nonchalant voice. Well, she freaks! I need a bandaid! Maybe we should go into the school and wash it off! What are we going to do! "Nah," I respond. "I'm tough, let's just go home."
I think, for the first time ever, I truly impressed my niece. I think I rose a level in her little mind. I'm TOUGH. I was BLEEEDING. And I was OKAY.
It took everything in me not to limp home. And today of all days, she wants to run! Hello? Bleeding into my shoe here! LOL I did say that, but again, nonchalantly. She was instantly attentive again... for all of two seconds before it was back to her: Can I run? Sure you can. I'll be right behind you (limping when you aren't looking).
Aerobics tonight is barefoot again. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I have to keep running to train. Maybe I'll get a set of inserts. If my foot was up about 1/4 inch, it wouldn't rub. Thoughts?
Thanks for listening,
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