Hooray!

Last night I accidentally drank a bottle of wine and drunkenly Facebook-bragged to JogBlog that I would still run today. So around 4 I finally got myself back on the roads for 6 miles that felt pretty good. I can definitely feel the time off, though.

OK, must update this worst blog post ever. I was running to get out the door (saw Catie Curtis last night at the Borderline...awesome as always) so I just wanted to get something in there so it would be on the right day.

So, first, must respond to Xenia who thought I should have taken photos of the nast on my foot. This is going to be gross, so close your eyes if you want! Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I have such runner's callouses on my feet that it didn't even look bad when it was at it's worst, and then the chiropodist used a blue towel to mop it up so I couldn't even tell how gross it was, but I will say that it felt immensely better as soon as she cut it open. But if I ever have that kind of painful hot spot again I'll get to the chiropodist ASAP.

Next, Irish Cream, my fellow wine drinker...man, am I glad not to be the only one who drinks and then goes running. If only I was as fast as her when doing it.

Anyway, my run was pretty good...it wasn't 6 miles nonstop - I took a break every mile and a half and had to do a little walking in my last bit, but even so I am really pleased to have done it. I wanted to go to yoga today but there's no good class anywhere close today, so I'll have to settle for running the kinks out of my legs tomorrow morning.

A lesson from the land of the infected blister

Hooray, I've gotten the nast off my foot. The chiropodist poked me with a scalpel and some gross shit came out. I soaked it in a salt water bath last night which was really weird as I could actually feel infection being pulled out of my foot. It feels so much better today, and I am hopeful I can run again very soon. I wish I'd gone to see the chiropodist sooner, and I'm pissed that my GP couldn't have done this for me when I saw him a week ago.

Excuses, excuses

I have been berated by JogBlog for not blogging and not running. Which is totally true. I am full of suck. But I have an excuse in the form of the something-hideously-painful-and-probably-infected which is currently in residence on my foot. This week I can walk (yay!) which was more than I could say for most of my trip to Morocco, but the lazy guy at my surgery said he thinks it's somethat should be taken care of by a chiropodist, which I thought prior to reading this Wikipedia entry was a fake doctor akin to a "healer." Turns out it is actually someone with some medical training and is otherwise known as a podiatrist. Which I always thought was an MD with a specialty, like a surgeon or something. But I was wrong again. Thanks Wikipedia. Anyway. I'm off to see that guy today and hopefully will have this pain excised so I can run again soon because I have a half marathon coming up.