Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Blistery Day

Well, I should have listened to that quietly nagging voice the other night when it said "Don't go running in these shoes!".

"These shoes" of course being the ones I have had for a year now and have racked up about 300 miles on them. I've worn through the backs of the shoes - where my socks rub up against the heel - and so I've been getting blisters. My last few runs have been tough because my body has been overcompensating for blistery feet.

Tonight, when I started my run, I knew better. At the same time I didn't want to not go because, well, because sometimes it's hard to distinguish the voice of self-doubt from the voice of reason. Never quite sure which one is talking to me.

When I hit mile one of my two-miler I knew something was wrong. My strides were short and my body felt heavy. When I turned to head back the other way my ankles couldn't take it. Both went out. Yuck.

I've been trying to keep my head up. And my feet. I wrapped them both up in tape and have stayed off them as much as possible (whatever that looks like with two young kids). Now I just need to figure out where to go from here...besides to get some new shoes!