On Saturday, after we ran around renting scuba gear and beach chairs (and a giant umbrella for pale-skinned me), my parents, Jeff and I went for a stroll along the promenade that runs along the beach. I wasn't thinking clearly and wore my cute purple flip flops, and I ended up with a gigantic blister on the balls of both of my feet - ouch. How I can go running hundreds of miles with zero blisters, and walk a stinkin' mile in flip flops and end up with the mother AND father of all blisters is beyond me. Well, not really, once Jeff pointed out that I baby my feet with my super-soft Thorlo Experia socks and really good running shoes - my poor feet didn't know what hit them! Jeff went to the ABC store and bought me some blister band aids so I could do my scheduled long run on Sunday.
So, yeah, about that long run. I had 8 miles on my training schedule. I got up early and was off and running by 6:20 am - it was light out, and lots of other people were out running and walking. It was really nice - how lucky can I be, to get to run along the edge of the beach in Maui? Unfortunately, my blisters were really starting to bother me, so I decided to cut it short when I hit 5 miles. I was just approaching our hotel and looked up to see if my parents were on their balcony - which they were. Cool! I raised both arms up in the air to wave to them, smiled, and simultaneously hit a patch of wet sand and an edge in the concrete - y'all, I hit the pavement, hard. Knee, elbow, palm of my hand - I did a lovely job of embedding sand into my hand and gave myself a nice case of road rash. I fell behind a hibiscus hedge - I knew my parents saw me fall but couldn't see if I was ok, so I popped up and raised my hands in victory to show them I was alive - can you believe that my mom didn't get the picture? Apparently she was concerned about my safety and had set down the camera...it WAS a good fall. Anyway, I limped off to the outdoor shower to rinse off my hand and then met Jeff on the beach, where I took off my shoes and socks and waded into the ocean for the Hawaiian version of an ice bath.
So in the course of two days, I beat up my feet, knee, hand, wrist and forearm. Who says running isn't hardcore? Ah well. I obviously survived. Gross alert: I drained the blisters and they seem to be healing - I should be good for my race on Saturday. Always an adventure with me, what can I say?
Beat up but still smiling! :)