Today's reality: 7.25 miles.
Endurance wise, no problem. It wasn't too hot, the distance wasn't too much.
My left foot, on the other hand (so to speak), stopped cooperating at around seven miles, and rather than risk shredding a blister, I called it quits early and went home.
It helped that I was very close to home anyway. And that there was cold chocolate milk waiting. And that I really had to pee...
|I know...they're wrinkly...|
At 4 miles I stopped to stick another blister bandage on (lower one) because it felt like I might be getting one there. And my right big toe needed Moleskin. I hoped that foot had another 5 miles in it, and it probably did if I changed my gait a bit and walked more on the blade of my left foot, but being so close to home and knowing I could do the nine miles if I pushed it...I just went home.
I need to toughen my feet up. They're sensitive as hell--I literally have to get new socks every month or so because after they've been washed 4-5 times I can feel the fabric against my feet and it's irritating--and I always have shoes on to "protect" them (from a zombie attack, you know). I'm thinking a band sander and some medium grit paper should do the trick.
Tomorrow's a rest day, and in the interest of healing the blister, I think I'll just sit here all day and not do a damned thing. Kind of like every other day, eh?