This I am reposting from my 3 Day Walk Blog I kept last year while I was training for the event:
OK. I confess. I’m a procrastinator! Oh, no… I said it out loud. Those of you who know me well I’m SURE aren’t surprised. What you may be surprised at is that I actually ADMITTED it! You might want to mark that on your calendar.
I bought a new pair of “running” shoes a few weeks ago. Little buggers have been hiding out in my closet since I got them home, living the life of luxury. I think they were afraid I was going to actually try to RUN in them. LOL Those of you who know me well also know THAT about me. I don’t DO running. I think the last time I RAN… either someone was hurt or something was probably on fire! SO… they had no reason to fear(other than me actually having my full weight in them at all).
So, today, my little sister, Suzi, inspired me. She said she went out and bought “running” shoes which made me think, “Hey, I just got new “running” shoes too. I need to break them in”. Famous last words.
Yesterday I was determined I was going to amp up my walking distance for the 3Day training so I walked about 7 miles. Needless to say by last night I could barely move as the soreness set in. This morning wasn’t much better. My wonderful, sweet. loving husband asked me (as I groaned LOUDLY when I TRIED to get out of bed) “What’s wrong with YOU?” I think I would have picked up something and hit him with it if it hadn’t warranted so much effort. Instead, I smiled sweetly (ok, maybe a little sarcasm there) and said “Nothing. Just a little sore this morning”. Again… an understatement. I was a LOT sore but determined. And I was hell-bent on my determination winning out over my soreness.
I probably should have gone ahead and walked right then when I got up but decided to spend a little time with the hubby before he had to go to work. By then I had to switch out phone batteries with my #3 daughter (don’t ask) and charge the almost dead battery which meant I had to wait until it charged to walk. By that time it was after noon and it was getting a little cloudy but I’m thinking “OK… overcast, not as HOT as yesterday.”
I went into my closet to find my lounging new “running” shoes. Had to chase them around to finally subdue them. Then I had to scare away the dust bunnies that had taken up residence in and around them. Finally got them on and my walking clothes and hit the golf course.
Of course as soon as I get about 1/2 mile from my house it starts raining. My FIRST thought is “Turn around and go home.” Then I remembered Becky telling me how year before last when she walked the 3 Day it rained on them so I figured I better get used to it in case it decides to rain during the walk this year so I just kept walking, getting increasingly wet. I think I’d gone about 3 1/2 miles when my left heel started feeling a little “weird”. I’m thinking “Hmmnnnn… I guess these new shoes are a little snugger than my old shoes.” Of course at this point there’s not a LOT I can do about it anyway because I’m still about a mile and a 1/2 from the house. It’s either keep going or sit down in the rain and wait…. for what I didn’t know so I kept going.
Every few yards my left heel would kind of yelp out… “Hey… pay attention to me!” So I’d stop and “rearrange” my sock thinking it was bunched up in the heel of my shoe. Then the RIGHT one started feeling lonely and IT wanted attention too! The last 1/2 mile really wasn’t a lot of fun! I was literally limping the last 1/4 mile and trying NOT to put ANY pressure at all on either heel which is kind of hard, especially when you’re going uphill which I was. I actually contemplated taking off my shoes and walking the rest of the way home barefoot, except I was scared of what the critters may have deposited in the area and who knows what else.
So, now I’m figuring I should have waited to “break in” my new shoes for a shorter walk. I think the worst part was taking OFF my shoes and socks… yes, I have blisters on BOTH heels. When I took the left one off it peeled OFF the actual blister so there’s just a open oozing hurting mess there with the skin from the blister just kind of hanging there. The right one is intact but still blistered nonetheless.
Yes, you can laugh AT me or with me… as long as you laugh. It’s good for the soul. You keep reading and I’ll keep walking!
P.S. If I were a cat…. this is what I’d look like: