Saturday, March 12, 2011
I had a lovely 11-mile run planned today, with my friend Kim (who just ran 11 miles for the first time EVER today - stop by and congratulate her if you get a minute!), and it was a beautiful sunny morning, and I was rested and hydrated and even fed! And the run felt great - we were keeping a brisk but manageable pace through the first couple of miles, and then I needed a bathroom. The only potty I knew of was back at the start, so I decided to run back to the start (for a total of just over 5 miles) and then run back out and catch Kim and her hubby on the way back.
So, I ran back by myself to the potty, and it's a darn good thing I did (the less said about THAT, the better!), and then ran back again to the point where I'd left Kim and her hubs, and things were still fine, and then about mile 6 I started feeling a hot spot on the instep of my right foot.
Now, blisters are nothing new to me - I've fought them for years. I've used BodyGlide, and deodorant, and duct tape, and special socks and moleskin. I've tried walking barefoot outside to toughen my feet. Nothing really prevents them.
Moleskin is really the bomb, as far as I'm concerned - it really works once I get the inevitable hot spots. So, for years I have carried it with me for long runs. But about three months ago, I stopped having blister issues and I thought the problem was gone forever. Boy, am I an idiot.
Because by mile 9, the hot spot was seriously interfering with my run. I had to apologize to Kim and cut my run short. I finished ten miles and then went straight to the car to peel off my shoe and sock, and this is what I found: (Warning: Do NOT scroll down if gnarly runner feet repulse you!!!)
I have named her BlisterZilla. She is evil. I am going to smother her in moleskin tomorrow and run anyway, but darn it, darn it, darn it! I know better. I know I need to carry moleskin with me for every long run - heaven knows, I buy industrial-sized rolls of the stuff! Why, why, why didn't I put a few squares in my CamelBak pocket? This is what happens when you let your guard down - stinkin' blisters!
I am so angry with myself over this that I could scream - sheer carelessness caused this blister, and now it will take at least a week to heal. Stupid blister! Stupid foot! Do you struggle with blisters? If so, how do you handle them?