No skin left on the feet

In just a few days I have my next BIG race that is a qualifier for 70.3 World Championships. Ironman Providence 70.3 on Sunday. I think I’m ready, but my feet are trying to committ sucide on me.

2 weeks ago I raced an Oly that made the athletes look like a mass wave of Jesus wanna-bes as we walked on water for most of the swim portion. It was ultra low tide and the muck just under the surface of the water had clam and oyster shells everywhere. Most people on course had red shoes that day and the med tent earned their money and the guaze supply in Stamford CT became scarce.

I thought I had escaped injury, but on the bike I felt my toes starting to sting. Then on the run it got a little uncomfortable. Then the last mile was unbearable. My shoes were bleeding.

Nothing a little super glue can’t fix.

The next day I realized my shoes were old and I needed a new pair before the big race. The only problem is that every athlete must think my shoes are the bomb as there is no stock on my size in my shoe. So I switched brands after 2 years.

With my new shoes, I went for a sockless run and 6 miles later my feet tried to committ suicide by slicing the heels. It was just a cry for help as it didn’t go too deep and never made it to the achilles heel. Some more super glue was in order.

A couple of days later, armed with a water proof bandage on my heels, I went for a 1.5 hour run and my toes decided to paint my white shoes pink. So now I have cuts on my toes now too.

I guess I have to get use to it as the race is in a few days and the shoes are still looking to take the remaining skin on my feet.

I hope I get my qualification to Worlds this time.