Move that body: 8-mile run
Don’t let that smile fool you.
It was short lived. About 33.67 seconds after this photo was taken, I realized that my Garmin was dead and I didn’t have a route mapped for my 8-mile run. #typearunnerfail
I’m not sure what it was about this weekend but things were not working out for me in the running department. It was as if someone was trying to remind me that the sport isn’t just about casual 3-mile jogs in the park. It’s about headwinds, road rash, side stitches, chafing and bloody toes.
Yeah, I said it. Bloody toes.
After charging my Garmin for about 15 minutes while I mapped a route, I went on my way. A couple miles in, I noticed that my sock felt wet. I wasn’t alarmed, though. It must have been residual sweat seeing as I, umm, wore, umm, the same, umm, socks as yesterday. (Judge me, it’s OK.) A bit later, it felt even wetter. “Weird,” I thought to myself. It’s not even that hot out. And then, about 6.5 miles in, I realized that it was just my right foot bothering me. Residual sweat and/or sweaty feet would affect two socks – not one. I pulled off the side of the trail and took off my shoe.
There was a problem. A big ole red spot was coloring my aqua Asics sock – my fave. I took it off and saw that my first three toes were caked. So gross. I’m guessing my haggard toenails cut into the side of one of the toes and caused the problem.
I thought about what to do for a moment. I could find someone with a cell phone and call Mark to come get me. I could just walk home. Or, I could rinse off the toes, put said sock back on and finish up the run.
Y’all know me well enough to answer that, I’m sure.
It wasn’t pretty but I got it done. On the upside, it gives me an excuse to make a pedicure appointment.
How was your Sunday?