Do you know what day today is? Do you?
Today is the day I realized that the 3-Day is going to chew me up and spit me out, and I am going to have to figure out how to get home from Boston with only bloody stumps left at the ends of my legs.
Do you remember how I was training? How I had plenty of time? How I was going to kick ass and take names and laugh in the face of those 60 miles? Ummm… do you remember what I was smoking when I said that, because I seem to be out…?
I’m a bit frustrated with myself, and my delicate toes.
I have great excuses. The endless days of rain, for one. The ongoing saga of Basementgate. I’ve been, um, tired. I’ve been busy.
Oh, did I say GREAT excuses? I meant to say STUPID excuses.
I’ve completely fallen off my training regime. I have less than two months to go, and I’m more or less starting over from scratch. Hmmmm, who can I blame for this turn of events? Let me think. Oh, that’s right. ME. I can blame me. My fault. And what fun is THAT? I blame myself all the time. I really wish I could blame someone else for this one. Like, maybe my Congressman. Yes. I shall write him immediately. “Due to your inability to stop the torrential rains and send me buckets of money so that I wouldn’t have to work, I was unable to walk very much this past month. Please fix it immediately or I shall be forced to vote for someone else next time, except whoops, I didn’t vote for you THIS time either. Oops, did I say that out loud?”
Anyway, if there’s anything that’s coming through to me LOUD AND CLEAR these days, it’s “If it’s important, shut up and do it.”
I’m not all that adroit at the shutting up part, but I used my amazing (and uncontrollable) verbal powers to give myself a pep talk. SELF! I announced. I can look at the situation at hand and I can be discouraged, or I can use it to motivate me to shut up and do it. So what’s it gonna be, Self? Sit around and bellyache about how I’m not ready? Or get out there and smell bad, er, train?
My walk partner is somewhat MIA at this point. The end of the school year swallowed her whole. I’m hoping that she’ll resurface soon, because otherwise I’ll have to hunt her down and kill her, and I’m just guessing that her family might object to that.
Anyway, I’ve been training in my sneakers, and decided to try out my Bite sandals for a change. I took the proper precautions (I thought); heading out in a new pair of shoes, you have to be careful of blisters. So I put plenty of cornstarch on my feet (listen to me, I’m 80 suddenly) (first I put cornstarch on my feet, then I put fresh plastic on all the furniture…) and WORE SOCKS.
I wore socks with sandals. And a giant red “L” on my forehead.
So. My feet were prepped. I donned my exercise wear, I slathered on the sunscreen, I filled up my water bottles, I found my MP3 player. I was ready to Get Back Into A Groove.
Now, you would THINK, what with all of my careful preparation, and the risking utter dorkitude to protect my feet and all, that I would’ve been okay. At least, that’s what I was thinking, because I’m sort of an idiot.
And I’ve read a million times that as soon as you feel “hot spots” on your feet (spots where blisters are brewing) that you need to stop and deal with them, applying moleskin or whatever to stave off the blisters. If I’d been out walking (or, indeed, if this hadn’t been the first pleasant day) in the last MONTH I suspect i may have been a bit more attentive to what was going on with my feet, a bit sooner.
But first there was the problem of trying to stay to the side streets. I have to walk along a main road for a bit, pretty much regardless of where I’m heading. And the side roads, they’re fine; but on the roads with more traffic, I have to deal with motorists veering off the road, blinded by the glare off of my lily-white thighs. Then I started wondering if it was really that, or if they were perhaps having seizures induced by the jiggling of the cellulite. It’s hard to know. Either way, it was kind of distracting.
Second, I’m still relatively new with portable music, and it’s possible that I need to sit down and make a special training mix. It’s a problem to be rocking out when a slower song comes up and busts your pace. Also I kept having to stop myself from singing along.
The end result was that I was about 7 miles out (and still a mile from home) when I realized that my feet–initially so comfy in my new sandals–were sliding backwards. I tried tightening the straps, which made my entire foot hurt. But the alternative was that the tops of my toes kept rubbing against the straps. I spent the last mile trying to keep my feet in the right place in the sandal footbeds, and not think about the fact that it was 85 degrees and my feet hurt and OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO DIE ON THE 3-DAY IF THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS ON A LITTLE TRAINING WALK. It’s a good thing I’m not prone to overreacting.
I came home and did the logical thing: I immediately took a picture of my feet. Do you see all of that extra room between my toes and the bumper? It’s because my heels are hanging off the back.
I dunno, I mean, they’re nice sandals and all, with a remarkably supportive footbed. But I may be too stupid to operate the straps. Next time I’m just going to wrap duct tape over the top of my feet and around under the sandals. That should take care of the slippage issue.
I took a picture of my bare feet, as well, but go ahead and thank me for not sharing it. I was going to label it either BLISTERMANIA or LOOK, I’M A MORON. But, you know, it’s all fun and games to be gross with words… when you start providing photographic evidence, someone loses an eye. Or something.
Anyway. I’ve spent some time pampering my beleaguered feet this evening. Tomorrow I’ll switch back to my sneakers for my walk.
Because yes, I will be walking again tomorrow, blisters and all. I did not ask you all for donation money so that I could end up in a medical tent on the event. That would be even lamer than what happened today. So. Onward! The blisters may have won the battle but they can’t win the war!
(They can’t, can they? How embarrassing would THAT be?)
Just a reminder: I still have special 3-Day themed t-shirts for sale in the store, with all proceeds being donated to the walk. You know you want one. Clicky, clicky. Do it for the blisters!