Sis and I set out on Friday morning for our 20-mile run. We were using this long run as a mock race for the marathon, working on our nutrition and hydration, etc. The weather was absolutely perfect, 60 degrees and no wind, ahhhhhh a runner's dream. (BTW, the next day it was 32 degrees and we got a dusting of snow, then freezing rain) I had planned the route so we would be running on the asphalt most of the time (sidewalks will kill the calves) and tried to avoid as much traffic as possible, so 10 miles out on paved bike paths and trolley lanes. Here's the half-way, turn around point.
Feeling great and strong. We had planned a water stop when we reached the boardwalk, and the water fountain was inoperable (again) - a strongly worded letter to the City of Virginia Beach will be in the mail today regarding that. So we stopped across the street at a 7-11 and were going to fill up our empty water bottles, well no water on the soda fountain, uggh. We asked the cashier if she had a water fountain somewhere we could fill them up, and she said she could fill them up in the sink, she took our bottles and was about to fill them up when this young punk cashier said that they could not fill up our water bottles. What the heck, really? I was so mad....a strongly worded letter to the manager of 7-11 will be coming today too. I had $5 in my fanny pack and could have purchased my own water, however this was not the point. This just really bugged me, a city that is supposed to be so great for vacationers and tourists and yet they can't even treat the locals with any compassion, can you tell I'm a bit miffed at that? Rant over. We ended up stopping at the restroom facility 10 blocks from there to fill up our bottles.
Next 9 miles were fine - great even, until both Sis and I started to feel out feet burning around mile 19.5, what was this? this has never happened before, oh my the pain, so we pretty much limped it the last half-mile home. It occured that we either had some toe trama going on or blisters, ugggh, we were both too afraid to take our shoes off to find out until after our stretching. We enjoyed a chocolate milk celebratory toast, what a great run, what a super accomplishment, and we talked about what worked and what didn't work.
Then we sat down to reveal the aching feet.....BLISTERS, owieee. Never ever had blisters before. We didn't do anything different this time than any previous runs, except going 4 extra miles. Ouch, I spent the rest of the weekend nursing huge, quarter size blisters on my big toe and my second toe. I Still feeling it today, but I have to suck it up, more runs to do this week.
This month marks my 4-year anniversary on Spark so I wanted to post this absolutely hideous, one of my most embarassing pics to remind me why I keep sparking, eating healthy and running.