Health & Fitness.

Countdown

It’s weird, as I train for this marathon, I learn how resilient my body can be. I’m not getting any faster, but my body hurts less and less after every run. I remember the first time I ran 13 miles I couldn’t walk properly for days. Now, the only thing that hurts is my ass, and I’m going to blame that on the hills I added to the course this weekend. I’ll be honest, I’m walking the hills. I mean, like I’ve said 100 times over, I have no grand dreams of running the full 26.2 miles, or beating some specific time. I’m going to walk through the aid stations like Hal Higdon recommends, and I’m going to walk up the hills because I’m not a big fan of pain.

Less than three weeks. THREE WEEKS. I’m starting to get freaked out. My brother is going to run the last 6 miles with me, which is going to help immensely. Although I keep telling him what would help more is if he would run the first 20 miles FOR ME – but he seems to think that would be cheating, or something.

The blisters, though. I’m telling you – I have tried every solution you wonderful people have suggested. I’ve bought expensive socks and weird “non-chaffing” sticks. I’ve used diaper cream and vaseline. I’ve made sacrifices to the gods of callouses and I’ve bought new shoes. The blisters do switch spots depending on their motivation, I guess. There is really no rhyme or reason. The thing I am happy with, is it’s taking longer and longer to get them. Now it takes about 10 miles as opposed to 5 at my half-marathon in Tucson. I think I’ve just decided that I’m destined to a life of blisters. And the whole “You’ll callous” thing isn’t working since I’ve run over 200 miles the last three months and I’ve still not calloused properly. And let me tell you – I won’t even so much as scrub the bottoms of my feet with anything rougher than a washcloth for fear of losing valuable dead skin cells. I’m going to get blisters. There’s just no way to stop it. Which means I’ll deserve an even BIGGER cookie at the finish line.

Or maybe stroller to wheel me home in.

7 thoughts on “Countdown”

  1. I always get blisters, too. And they move on me, too. I use a combination of body glide (all over my feet) and blister blocker band-aids on the frequently blistered spots. Last time I forgot IN BETWEEN the toes and a blister popped up there. My feet are cursed.

  2. This will sound weird, cuz I am not a runner, nor do I pretend to know about blistering from running or any of that…but do you wear shoes ALOT? I don’t, I am a big non shoe wearer. I walk alot outside in my bare tootsies, in the house, without socks, ALOT. My feet are calloused because of just this….that may could work.

  3. I know this will sound strange but it has worked for me recently. I get blisters so bad. Very sensitive feet and fair thin skin I guess. My sister shared her secret from her days she spent in Iraq with those awful boots. I tried this and it has worked so far. She wore nylon (knee hi hose) and then thick cotton socks. The hose create a barrier from the cotton sticking to your skin. Be sure and tuck them into your socks so noone can tell but it is worth a try on one of your daily runs.

  4. I’m an idiot. Forget my last comment, I should have read ahead. I see that you’ve tried everything…

    I do want to say I totally get the walking up hills. I HATE trying to run up hills. I walk up the hills and try to make up time on the flat and the downhill. I don’t get people who can run up a mountain. The sad thing is that the race that I’ve done is mostly mountain and it rountinely gets won by 60+ year old men and women and 11 year old girls, yet I literally cried on my way up the last major climb and was asked by a nice little old lady if I was alright. How embarrassing!

  5. I know you can’t take any more assvice, but I have one more idea that hopefully you haven’t tried?

    Use the spray on anti-persperant. It’s supposed to work wonders, but then again, maybe not.

    Good luck!

  6. You are my hero. I have my second half marathon coming up on Cinco de Mayo, and I’m freaking out a little…and I’ve already done it once! Maybe it’s because I’ve already done it once and I know what I am up against.

    Then again, I tell myself I didn’t die that time, and I won’t this time either. And I didn’t have a brother who was awesome enough to run the last 6 miles with me (your brother kicks ass, BTW). Wait, I don’t have a brother at all.

    I don’t know if this will encourage you or what because I sort of lost my point somewhere.

    Oh wait, I think I remember. You’ve come so far, you are going to rock it. Best of luck!!

    Or something you will find encouraging and not too crazy.

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