The other day, I shredded the backs of my heels while wearing some new shoes around Manhattan. You'd think I'd learn, being a runner, that walking in Civilian Shoes is not the way I should be getting blisters at this point in marathon training.
I bought some children's flipflops ($1.99) and some Band-Aid Blister Block Cushions ($4.99) at Duane Reade - well, guess which was more effective at remedying the blisters. Yup, the flipflops. It was slightly suspect to wear too-small shoes around this very grimy city, but the band-aids stuck to my skin and ripped off many more layers over the next few days as I tried to remove them.
Gross, I know. Well, guess what? Running is gross.
When I first started marathoning, I admired my older sister for her training rigor. She would tell me about coming home from a run and her socks would be full of blood. Yeah. I've experienced this a few times but have since learned the value of puffy band-aids, and I safety pin them into my running shorts so I'll have them if I start to chafe.
Speaking of chafing, I've been reading more about what female runners term "the marathon tattoo"- painful chafing marks that appear after an extremely long run. For some reason, mine have gotten worse under my arms, but I think it's because I run in cotton tank tops instead of super athlete gear. I've tried band-aids, vaseline, Glide & whatnot, but it all disintegrates by mile 14. Leaving me to silently scream in the shower when the salt runs into my wounds.
The grossness doesn't end there- there's sunburn, sweat & spit- not to mention other unprintable topics of running ick, but it's totally worth it (as long as I don't have to smell your Ben-Gay after a race).
I guess for the time being, I need to be wary of my everyday clothes and shoes, and work on being comfortable between runs. Save the pain for when I train.
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| Which pair of shoes would you think is made for walking? You'd be wrong. |
I bought some children's flipflops ($1.99) and some Band-Aid Blister Block Cushions ($4.99) at Duane Reade - well, guess which was more effective at remedying the blisters. Yup, the flipflops. It was slightly suspect to wear too-small shoes around this very grimy city, but the band-aids stuck to my skin and ripped off many more layers over the next few days as I tried to remove them.
Gross, I know. Well, guess what? Running is gross.
When I first started marathoning, I admired my older sister for her training rigor. She would tell me about coming home from a run and her socks would be full of blood. Yeah. I've experienced this a few times but have since learned the value of puffy band-aids, and I safety pin them into my running shorts so I'll have them if I start to chafe.
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| V is for Very Sad & Hurty. |
The grossness doesn't end there- there's sunburn, sweat & spit- not to mention other unprintable topics of running ick, but it's totally worth it (as long as I don't have to smell your Ben-Gay after a race).
I guess for the time being, I need to be wary of my everyday clothes and shoes, and work on being comfortable between runs. Save the pain for when I train.
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