Next Week: Pictures of T-Shirts I'm Giving to Goodwill

Until I'm sure my formerly sprained toe is back to it's old self, I'm having to run in my old running shoes. The ones that don't make me look like Girlfriend of Swamp Thing.

Unlike these, which totally *do* make me look like an Amphibi-lady.

I've mentioned before that every running shoe I've ever tried (except the Nessie Feet) have given me terrible blood blisters, but I have stopped short of ever actually posting photos of my feet in this state because despite what you might think, I actually have a little bit of class and decorum. UNTIL TODAY.

Just kidding, I'm not going to post pictures of my maimed feet. I will, however, post photos of my socks following Monday night's run, and let you draw your own conclusions.


You may not be able to see that well, what the fact that my socks are filthy and also have an adorable pink stripe down the side. How bout we zoom on in?


There you are. Here you can see where I have helpfully added two sloppily drawn dueling suns, in order to call your attention to the areas of interest. Those dark reddish spots there? Oh, that's just where my blood blisters burst open while I was running and made a big painful mess.

I know, right? Pretty punk rock. But here's the best part. Guess how far I had to run over the past 7 days in order to make my feet self-destruct? Go on, guess.

Only six miles. Over the course of a week. To be specific, three separate runs, each totaling less than 2 miles, is all it takes to make my feet literally EXPLODE BLOOD EVERYWHERE.

So I've got a slightly trainwreck-y spine and exploding feet, and yet I soldier on. And to think, I was worried that people would think I wasn't hardcore enough.

(By the way, I promise not to let this turn into the All Running All the Time Blog, but I think we can all agree that you'd be sad if you hadn't gotten to see photos of my dirty socks. Right? Right.)