huh, it looks like a blood
huh, it looks like a blood blister - keep us posted, so we know what not to do next time
Speaking of
DUH - I decided to try out running BF on pavement in the heat yesterday. It was 88° in the shade (yep, it gets that hot here, too) and I dunno how hot directly in the sun. No wind and I ran on backroads with no shade anywhere, at 3pm, and wanted to get 45 minutes in.
So, I ran 22.5 minutes in one direction, then turned around for home. It was nice, for the first ten minutes or so. I was laughing and smiling (trying hard to remember that rule), and skipping along, visions of Polynesian fire-walkers swimming before my inner eye. Because that's what it felt like :evil:
About 2 minutes before the switchback, I thought I'd stepped on something soft and puffy. But there was nothing soft nor puffy to step on, not on that road. At the switch, I checked my left foot and of course it was a blister, front of the arch on the inside. And I was roughly 2.25 miles from home. And it was getting hotter. And I had no backup sandals or socks. And my daughter was waiting for me, I had to be home on time.
So off I went... with every step, I felt the puffy thing get puffier and kept waiting for it to get suddenly wetter. With every step, I felt the blazing heat under my feet. The blister felt like a whoopee cushion under my foot by the time I got home.
But the point of DUH is to emerge from the experience a little smater, or a little less dummer, anyway.
I learned why some of you like those white lines so much! The 2° difference in temp means a lot.
I learned that smooth pavement is hotter than rough chipseal, but the rough stuff feels super terrible when the soles of your feet are begining to melt. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
I learned to bring socks or Huaraches with me.
I learned to run TEN MINUTES next time and then turn around, and just do it twice.
I learned that, actually, heat blisters are really not that bad after all, they pop nicely and aren't in the same category as blood blisters.
I learned not to do stupid experiments two days before running a Half-Marathon. But then, that's kind of Bart Simpson moment for me - I seem to screw something up before most races.
Aloha