Last week was a rough week in regards to my running.
My shoes died.
The soles went soft and my shins and calfs were cramping beyond control.
So I went and got new shoes:
My first run in them resulted in this:
An older blister rejuvinated.
Just what I wanted.
So I went to the store and bought this caca:
I wrapped her(my foot) up and went again the next day.
The left foot was great!
BUT, my right food was not so good.
That is the least gnarly pic.
Here is the process I now have to follow in order to run:
And the run today smelled of blood.
My sockies soaked it all up.
I had to stop around halfway (mile 3) to re-wrap the footsies.
Let's not mention the stabbing pain that randomly came/comes.
I guess you could say I am getting pretty hardcore.
This only makes me more cool:
Look close and you can see my arm band tan-line.
I feel really awkward blogging about my awesomeness.