I must have angered the exercise gods . . .
Thursday, June 04, 2009
So yesterday was one of my “off” days from running, when I go to the gym in the morning and then walk about 3.5 miles on my lunch hour. I dutifully headed out for my walk at 12:30 only to get caught in a freak hail storm in the middle of the day (in San Diego!?!). My shoes – and everything else – were absolutely soaked by the time I made it back to the office. So, today was a running day, but my shoes have not recovered, so I wore my cross-trainers and headed down into the canyon near my office for a jog. As soon as I descended into the canyon I could hear this buzzing all around me that sounded like electricity traveling along a wire, but I knew it wasn’t. I didn’t know for sure what it was until I’d gone about a half a mile in and saw the huge black and red wasps that were making the noise. One of them came to check me out, which made me run faster (I’m deathly afraid of flying, stinging insects!). The more I ran, the more interested he became. I guess he eventually got bored because he flew away. Having survived my brush with the big, scary bug, I jogged a few minutes more before realizing that I had developed a blister on the back of my right heel. I decided to ignore it since I was almost to the turnaround point. But by the time I turned around, my foot was in so much pain I decided to walk. I can deal with shin splints and torn tendons, but give me a blister and I turn into a big baby. So then I was walking back toward the entrance to the canyon when I realized I was going to have to pass by the spot where all of the wasps were hanging out. I decided that my blister was going to hurt the same whether I was walking or running, so I picked up the pace and ran the rest of the way back. I managed to pass through the insect-infested section without incident (except for being scared of the really loud noise they were making – in my mind they’re all out to get me . . .). When I got back to the office, I saw the inside fabric of my shoe had worn completely off in the back. I’ve got a sweet blister now, and have no idea what I’m going to wear to the gym tomorrow morning. Maybe I should just take the day off . . . Yeah, probably not.