Not only have I been bad in the last week about posting to my blog, but I’ve been equally as bad in getting my runs in! In fact, I missed a whole week of running. I had a nice long run a week ago Sunday, and then didn’t run again until this past Sunday.
The biggest problem was a blister I developed on the left side of my left foot, below the ankle. It first happened in my running class the Tuesday before. I developed a hole in my sock which led to a bad blister. Before heading out on my long run Sunday, I put a band-aid on the blister, and figured I’d be fine. About 2 miles into the run, I guess the sweat on my foot caused the band-aid to shift away from the blister. I could feel this happen and was at first quite uncomfortable. I figured I’d stop at a Duane Reade or CVS on the way and patch it up. I can’t understand how this happened, but I did not hit any kind of drug store on the next couple of miles of my route – aren’t these stores everywhere? Eventually, the pain subsided and I decided to finish the run without the stop. The result was a badly aggrevated blister and so I decided to not run for the week and treat it with lots of neosporin.
The timing was good in the sense that I went to the New York Mets games on Wed, Fri, Sat and Sun, (I know, a glutton for punishment) and had a lot less time available to get the runs in. Finding the time to run with job and family is hard enough. it is impossible when you also go to 4 baseball games in a week!
Anyway, now the blister is almost all healed over. I was able to get out and run 5 miles on Sunday night, which definitely felt rusty after the 7 day layoff. Tonight is running class again, where I’ll give the blister another good test. Then I should be back in the swing of things. Figure I’ll get a good run in again Thursday and then run long again on Sunday. Will try to get up to 20 miles. I’m feeling like Triboro Bridge this time – now that is a long bridge. I’ve hit that on previous long runs and it can be a challenge. The bridge is quite long, lonely and out of the way of my normal running routes. I’ve gotten lost on Randall’s Island on the swtichback to Manhattan, and the end of the bridge leaves you way up on 125th St, which makes for a long way back down to 14th.
Anyway, thankful for the cooler weather, and keeping the fingers crossed to keep the injury bugs away.
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