Fortunately, though, there was no need to activate my Sensible Side. The run - 17 miles, I'll have you know - was fine. I didn't necessarily have happy skippy legs, but it wasn't a slog either. It was just an enjoyable long run on a beautiful, sunny, warm day. I had to take off my jacket after an hour; what a pleasure to run in just my t-shirt after months of bundling up against the cold. And I am really really enjoying my new audiobook (The Moonstone, another Wilkie Collins novel, which is an 18-hour unabridged version and which should see me through the rest of my long runs).
|Part of my usual long run route|
The only source of pain in the entire run was the blisters under the calluses on the outside of my big toes. They've been niggling on and off for a couple of weeks but I've been hoping that they would just go away. And, as long as I keep the runs under 13 miles, they stay as a bit of a hot spot but nothing more. And then I forget about them, until the next long run. I did put some Vaseline on my toes today and on the hot spot on the bottom of my left foot, which worked well up until 14 miles. I really thought that I was going to get away with it but no. I could feel the hot spots heating up and, by the last mile, I was having to make a conscious effort not to change my gait. I'm now hobbling around the house, not because my legs have seized up (they haven't; they feel fine), but because my blisters HURT.
Because the blisters are under the calluses, I can't really get at them with a needle to drain them. Time for a visit to the podiatrist, I think. Some things, even Adam isn't able to do.
As painful as they are (and as unsightly - Bassman exclaimed, 'Wah! Look at your toes!' when he caught a glimpse of the Blistered Ones), they still aren't a torn muscle. And for that, I remain incredibly grateful.