Today I went back to the Griggs Reservoir Frisbee Golf course to take a picture of the log that was cut to look like a toilet. I never noticed before that cars are not allowed down there, so I had to walk the one-quarter mile on the uneven, pot-holed asphalt — in heels. Though I was worried about scuffing my shoes, I didn’t think anything of it because I wear those heels all of the time.

When I got home early this evening, I rushed to put on walking clothes so I could get in a couple miles. (It was beautiful outside!) As soon as I put on my shoes, I knew something wasn’t right. But I was in a hurry to get out before the sun started to set, so I ignored the weird rubbing on my right heel.

My plan was to walk to the library, do one lap around the park and return for a little over 3 miles round trip. About half a block from my house, my heel was rubbing enough that I stopped to play with my shoe to make it stop. It didn’t stop.

After a mile, I stopped again to try to get the rubbing to stop and it didn’t stop. I was not about to turn around, so I kept going and eventually, my heel stopped hurting. Yea!

My new blister.

After arriving home, I took off my shoes and discovered why my heel wasn’t hurting. The blood from the broken blister stopped the sock and shoe from rubbing my heel.

It’s a little early in the training season for this! I’m going to have to be a little more careful.

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