Saturday, September 03, 2011
Last week I walked 13 miles in new shoes. As a result of them either being new or not correctly fitted, the end result was blisters on a good percentage of my feet and awkward and painful walking until Thursday. Mom, my biggest cheerleader, thought they would certainly be broken in for this weekend's walk.
I headed out really early this morning. The sun didn't even begin to peek its sleepy self up over the horizon until 5 miles in. I was so proud to be on schedule, wanting to be done and headed home just as the heat of the day was picking up. My feet were really struggling though.
I stopped at 5 miles, put moleskin on my feet, slathered them in petroleum jelly then started again. At 6 miles I put more moleskin on. At 7 miles I changed socks and debated continuing around the lake for 2.5 miles or taking the long route back. If I continued, I could be at my car in only a half hour. If I turned around I would have to walk the 7 before any relief. I turned around.
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