Last night I dreamt about wheelchairs.
Today, I can barely walk. There is no muscle between my knees and my hips, none at all. I am hobbling and wobbling about like a 90 year old who just got off an all day horse ride. I am, A Mess.
FYI, In addition to the giant blister on my left foot, I have a teeny blister on the outside of my right pinkie toe. Somewhat oddly, I think those are the only two.
Also, oddly, my knees and ankles seem to be alright.
I massaged some Burt's Bees foot creme into the tootsies this evening and they feel much refreshed.
Somehow, tomorrow, I am going to run 6, walk 5, run 6, walk 5. Just as a reminder, I originally completed Day 29 and 31. Day 33 and 35 were fails, though, and I thought I should start back at the beginning of the Week of Fail. I think tomorrow should go okay, if my blisters and thighs hold up, because for quite awhile yesterday I had to fight the urge to start running again. That's right, I wanted to run. Not for time, or distance, but I just wanted to run.
Interestingly, after listening to the Scott Jurek interview, I looked up the book that is mentioned, Born to Run, and apparently that is a key point in the book - the idea of running for fun. The author actually says running is not a punishment for eating! I think eating is a reward for running, but I guess I'm still not getting his point! Hmm. I'm gonna have to go all Phoebe Buffay when I get to Day 33 and 35.
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