today

i woke up, tied my running shoes, put on some dryfit, blasted some iTunes and set out for a 7.2 mile run. (maybe not exactly in that order.) but anyway, it was a good run, except for the nagging pain i felt the entire time. where was this pain, you might ask? the arch of my right foot is where. it hurts because a blister the size of montana currently resides there. it moved in last weekend. i think it's gotten to like its new pad.

but, i don't like annoying neighbors.

so, when i got home, i operated. and i punctured that stupid thing with a needle (sterilized, of course.) it began to burst. it squirted 17 times. blood. fluid. water. sweat, maybe. and each time it erupted, it was warm - hot bathwater warm. and it felt good to release the nastiness. so, i didn't mind that blood got all over my white towel and my hand and other places. (okay, i sort of minded that it got on the white towel.)

when i was done with surgery, i slathered it in antibiotic ointment and protected it with a bandage the size of texas. and now, i'm limping around like a rock star. being awesome. and hardcore. and, it hurts like hell.

that's all i've got.