Ouch, what a run! Thursday after work I visited the podiatrist for what I thought was a final visit to tell me that the plantar wart on the right forefoot was gone. He had done two treatments of the beetle juice. I thought the treatements were over. Wrong. After he trimmed the dead skin away he said there was still some seeds left and he was surprised, so he trimmed deeper in the foot and then put another treatement of the beetle juice and said not to run Thursday night, but if I could stand the pain I could run on Saturday.
Prophetic words, if I could stand the pain. Friday evening I cut a hole out of my right shoe insole to make a pain reduction spot for the plantar wart treatment. This helped during today's run, but regardless the foot pain was ugly for the whole run, I felt so brave.
So, this morning Lynn and I dropped off a cooler at the top of the Hill of Life and then I met Tom at 6:18 AM at Zilker Park at the Barton Springs Pool. Lynn did her walk over to the Town Lake trail while Tom and I took off on our 21 mile run. We ran the Greenbelt up to the HOL and then did 7 HOL runs, and then ran the 7 miles back to Barton Springs Pool. I had plenty of time to talk with Tom about my run half way up Pikes Peak last Monday, this was fun.
By the time we finished the last 3 miles the temperature was up to 95 degrees and humid. My fingers and feet were swelling so even though we had hydrated really well I knew I needed to hydrate even better. Tom's heart rate was going up into the 170's and he had a headache so we were both suffering by the last 3 miles. This was frustrating because we had had a great run up to that point, interesting. Anyway we finished with me limping pretty good with the sore right foot.
It just felt good to know we got in the run. Lynn and I drove home and I got showered up and have rested on the couch watching the Boston-St. Louis baseball game. Rooting for Boston, but St. Louis jumped on them for 8 runs in the first 2 innings, darn. So I slept through part of the game and woke for a final score of 9 to 3, darn. | 