I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.
There I said it :o)
I went for an 8.5km (5.28 miles) walk on Sunday morning. Half way through I knew I had the dreaded blisters, but there was nothing I could do about it as I was outside, walking along the Brisbane River. I reached the half way mark and just turned back and kept on walking.
It wasn't so bad on Sunday, I think they were still a bit numb from the damage I had done. But I put on band aids and strapped the ankles up as well and off to work I went.
Monday came and I had to take the strapping and band aids off. The blisters had not been dry enough when I first put the band aids on, so it just became a wet mushie, red looking open sore on both ankles - sorry for the graphics there - just be thankful I didn't take photos :o)
So I hobbled around home on Monday night, letting them dry out. Tuesday I bandaged them up again and they were feeling a little better, but as soon as my feet get hot, they really start to hurt.
The morale of the sad little tale, is that I have let these stup!d blisters stop me from going to the gym for the last three days. I have an aversion to pain, I fine when it is happening to me, but if I know it's going to hurt, I avoid it with everything I have.
Okay, my shame is out... I promise I will be back in the gym tomorrow. Even if I still have two big blister wholes in my heels.
No pain, no gain. That is the saying. But why does it have to hurt sooo much ;p
P.S. I just found and other new blog:
Dani at A New Era was banded about nine days ago and needs some of our wonderful support :o) I came across her blog when I followed a new follower of mine. Tracey at Time to Downsize - she's back after having a new band put in only about two weeks ago. Congrats girls!
Happy Hump day everyone - only two more days until the week end :o)