Why hello September 1st and the beloved Indian Summer. Could have fooled me today when I headed out for an easy 13 miles today at 8:30 am and it was already 85 degrees with high humidity. Funny how you can train all summer in the humid temps then get spoiled when the humidity breaks for a bit. Today's run nearly killed me it was so dang humid. I cut it short and got in 10 and had to jump in the lake to prevent my skin from melting off of my body.
Good news is when the Indian Summer breaks out...
so do Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes...
no matter how hot or cold it is out...
I'm thinking that my afternoon needs one of these.
Ever seen the movie Run Fat Boy Run?
If you haven't, I highly recommend it. It is quirky and funny with a sentimental twist.
When I woke up this morning I felt like I was living a scene out of this movie. The main character, Dennis, gets this awful blister on the bottom of his foot after taking up running in old sneakers. He forces his buddy to pop it and nasty puss dramatically sprays out of it onto his friends face...sounds gross, which it is, but I promise it is funny.
I was greeted by this loveliness on my heel this morning
This is what happens when I act like I don't have time to put my socks on correctly.
Dang it, I thought that I was doing so good.
Even after my hubby suggested to pop it, I didn't.
Instead I decided to put my shoes on and head to the gym.
Somewhere between squats and lunges the blister ripped open,
and now I have a gorgeous open raw scab,
I'll spare your eyes with the visual.
but I'm guessing that day won't be any time soon.