I had no running planned this week, but as Sunday was a beautifully sunny day, I thought I’d walk the 7 miles from Colchester to Alresford. Mostly the walk takes me along the river, and it’s a popular footpath. I have well-broken in walking boots and decent socks. I set a cracking pace and enjoyed the fast walk in the open air.
However, for some evil reason of their own the boots rubbed both my feet. I finished with a blister on the sole of my left foot. which has almost gone. More worryingly, and so annoyingly I could almost weep, the blister on my right heel broke, and I have a 1” square of raw skin – just where my heel flexes.
It’s getting lots of TLC – today I have a ridiculously over the top tubigrip bandage doubled over to reduce the aggravation from my shoes. But I don’t think it’ll be healed by Sunday morning.
I’m glum about this, and have had a rotten day because of it.In fact it was a two-trips-to-the-vending-machine sort of day, so I shall have to make nutritional recompense tomorrow,
