Kara and I decided that we wanted to do a long run today.
We made sure everything was in order: drank plenty of H20 last night and in am, had a great protein/carb breakfast, coffees. Only one thing was getting in the way of some sweet oceanside pavement pounding--both of us are working on some pretty remarkable instep blisters right now. We didn't want that slowing us down so she pulled out the first aid kit, slapped on some blister pads, and we were off.
At around the 13km mark I couldn't help but notice that my blister was giving me serious pain and I decided that said blister pads were useless. After the run I mentioned that the pads didn't seem to work as I hobbled around 'Picnic' with my recovery coffee. Kara then realized that she may have made a mistake and given us wart pads.
Great. Wart pads, nice. Nice one.
Salicylic acid+heat+sweat+friction+mileage+skin breakdown=perfect.
I pulled off my sock and found the circumference of the blister had tripled and so had the amount of fluid.
When her husband came home I made some joke about how she'd left her wart pads on the counter near the salsa and it was less than appetizing. To which her husband said:
"Wart pads? Those are the felt floor protectors for the bottom of the chairs! Not wart pads!"
Me: "Nooooooooo..."
He: "Yes!" as he flips over island stools and shows me.
Yeah. We're brilliant.
We made sure everything was in order: drank plenty of H20 last night and in am, had a great protein/carb breakfast, coffees. Only one thing was getting in the way of some sweet oceanside pavement pounding--both of us are working on some pretty remarkable instep blisters right now. We didn't want that slowing us down so she pulled out the first aid kit, slapped on some blister pads, and we were off.
At around the 13km mark I couldn't help but notice that my blister was giving me serious pain and I decided that said blister pads were useless. After the run I mentioned that the pads didn't seem to work as I hobbled around 'Picnic' with my recovery coffee. Kara then realized that she may have made a mistake and given us wart pads.
Great. Wart pads, nice. Nice one.
Salicylic acid+heat+sweat+friction+mileage+skin breakdown=perfect.
I pulled off my sock and found the circumference of the blister had tripled and so had the amount of fluid.
When her husband came home I made some joke about how she'd left her wart pads on the counter near the salsa and it was less than appetizing. To which her husband said:
"Wart pads? Those are the felt floor protectors for the bottom of the chairs! Not wart pads!"
Me: "Nooooooooo..."
He: "Yes!" as he flips over island stools and shows me.
Yeah. We're brilliant.
8 comments:
It could be worse - like mistaking nitro paste or muscle balm (Ben-gay) for hemorrhoid cream.
ohhhhhhh OUCH! Yeowza!
That would be worse.
:)
Well at least your feet didn't scratch up the insides of your socks.
L Corn.
I know...thank GOODNESS. It would have definitely lessened their resale value.
Oh Elk Horn, it's been so long since we've read different magazines together...
And I still owe you a birthday cake!!!
Convince your wifelet to come down here and visit me. :)
Hahahaha...that post made my day.
If you haven't heard of it, moleskin is supposed to be wonderful. I have heard about it from marathoners, triathletes, special forces vets, . . . A diverse and experienced group.
I have never really needed it (at least not when any was available), so no personal experience to contribute.
hahahha this post made my day as well! One of the funniest things I've read in a while, sounds like something I might do hahah
Yeah, it was definitely not one of our brightest moments! :)
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