It's my own fault. After running this on Sunday I had blisters the size of potato bugs on my feet. So of course running this today (plus the near-mile to get to the Y, which I look at as a jump-start on my second wind) with my Y group (and Michelle, and really only Michelle since the others are super duper in shape and faster than greased lightning) busted a blister and aggravated the others. Damn my soft feet, unaccustomed to hard labor or drudgery!
If you check out the runs, look at some of the elevation issues. This is only the beginning of what awaits me at Sound To Narrows, I deeply fear.
In other health-related news, I have something on the order of five bags of salad that were on sale at the grocery store in my fridge. Do I want to eat them? Heck no. I want the FMW. But I've got to eat the salad before it goes bad. Damn you, healthy impulse!
Also, the weather is gorgeous. It's 60 degrees and sunny even though it's 7 p.m. If it were like this year-round I'd be a runner or something. I just know it.
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