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A warning: I come off looking dumb and weak in this story. I will likely have to follow up with a story wherein I am brave and strong and unwaveringly brilliant just to make people believe I am not exceedingly moronic. But I don’t have one of those stories today. Today, I am weak and dumb.

Some people spend days, weeks, and sometimes months recovering from an injury. Look at our triathlon microcosm here on Mach3 – we have SusieBean who has been rehabbing after a bike crash that left her with severe back pain, Brian who has been rehabbing for as long as I’ve known of him, and even our own Jeff has taken a tumble or two (see Eating Pavement). So I’m in good company.

What injury have I incurred? Stress fracture? Calcaneal spurs? Bruise from some wicked distance? No, no. Blister. Yes, I have spent the past week avoiding running shoes, socks, and running. It is my first break from running since I took a week off after having our son (Bennett, 4 months old today!). In my defense, it is a huge, nasty blister that I got at about Mile zero of last week’s aquathlon, and then proceeded to run 3 miles on. It encompassed my entire heel along the back, and it hurt. My shoes told the tale with their blood stained innards, and I learned a lesson- wear socks. Or, bleed.

I ran for the first time yesterday, thinking that all the Cross Training that has nothing to do with running (namely, landscaping our back yard in flip flops) would make me start back at square one. I cautiously pulled on my shoes over a well-placed blister Band-Aid and began to jog. It felt surprisingly wonderful to run again, after my week hiatus, and I am looking forward to doing the Saturday aquathon. With socks.

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