One of the biggest reasons I wanted – no, needed – new shoes is the old ones had lost their cushioning. They had fewer than 400 miles on them, but a small blister had developed on the right side of the ball of my right foot.
The new shoes aren't helping.
I've been in denial about this, hoping it would magically fix itself. It doesn't hurt when I wear Birks or slippers or flip-flops or even dressier sandals. It hurts when I wear shoes that lace up. FlyLady would be so disappointed. Heh.
I want one of those TV evangelists to shout, "Heeeeeaaallll!!!" and make the pain go away.
I tried doing eight miles yesterday and had to quit halfway. Sometimes it felt like a needle pushing up through the ball of my foot. It was, at times, breathtakingly excruciating.
So. I think I need to take some time off for this to get better. I can lift weights and use the rowing machine for exercise, but no runner's high for me for a few days. Hopefully that's all it will take.
Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I went out last night, to the annual volunteer appreciation dinner at the prison where I volunteer. The Volunteer Coordinator and Chaplain organize the dinner, and once again they did a wonderful job. We were entertained by the prison's Praise and Worship choir, and they had us all on our feet, singing and clapping with true joy.
I didn't feel like I was at a prison at all. And for that one evening, I don't think the women who live there did either.