These little piggies cried wee, wee, wee…
…for the last 2.5 miles of my 8.5 mile run this morning.
I don’t know what it is about switching back and forth from the roads to the treadmill, but my poor feet are torn up. I hadn’t had a blister in months and since early January, I can’t seem to not have at least one. I asked some running friends if they were facing the same issue with more treadmill runs this winter, and they did not share my pain.
I’ve tried to stop it. I changed my socks, changed my shoes, cover my feet in Body Glide before each run. The only thing it has changed is which toe is the lucky winner.
Between bruised and missing toenails and blisters…well, let’s just say I won’t be doing any foot modelling anytime soon. I’m even too embarrassed to get a pedicure right now. If things don’t improve, I fear I will be enjoying the beaches of Turks and Caicos in a few weeks with socks on.
For everyone’s sake, let’s just hope the snow stays away and I can get back to the roads on a full time basis.
