That's not necessarily me, but my blisters are toughening up. And all it took was patience and, for the right big toe, a nice big bleed that didn't leak too much but left it with a black-purple mark the size and shape of a malignant melinoma. My toes aren't completely ache-free, but now it's more irritating than debilitating.
The proof was in the nearly eight mile run I took Sunday. It was a test run of the Sound to Narrows, but I messed up the exit route so I ran longer than absolutely necessary. Which, at mile 7.5, is a big "bleah." The course isn't as horribly hilly as it could be, I'm glad to report, but it is a little confusing. Although my dogs were barking at me (and my face had turned spotty red in places that are not normally heat-ejection areas) so were my calves, hips and shoulders and everything else.
Today in the Y class I went about four miles on the "hill course," other, non-remedial runners might have gone about five.
After running eight miles I was stiff the rest of the day; it didn't put a damper on Miss Anora's christening party. Brownies, booze and lawn chairs are great post-run if you can't move hardly at all. She's cute, too, all cheeks and blue eyes.
What else is worthy of comment? Oh, this is pretty awesome. Saw another crummy Bollywood, "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai," which translates to "Something happens" and that's about right. I wrote a somewhat grumpy Netflix review and judging by the low numbers of recs on the third top-rated user review, means if my peeps hit it up I may just get the only grumpy Bollywood review on the rec list. That's a hint, Netflix users among us. And if that doesn't get you juiced up perhaps the fact that I point out the incest vibe will.
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