Double layer socks are the bomb diggity.

Sunday was another 5K. This was the Cardiff Kook Run. The Cardiff Kook is a fun statue of a surfer that the locals mostly hate. I think he’s fun, but apparently he’s not in the correct stance or something and that ruffles the feathers of purists. Anyway, he’s a local icon and he gets decorated nightly in costumes.

I had done NOTHING for training. I got sick at the end of January. I think it was Flu B, but since I no longer work in medical diagnostics, I didn’t have tests kicking around with which to test myself. (But, I used to!) I was really ill for a week, but improving – so I didn’t bother seeing the doctor. For a week after that I’ve been better, but not 100%. I’m still coughing and I’m still REALLY tired. I gave it a good try though!

I wore my new running shoes. I did see a podiatrist about new custom insoles, but they aren’t ready yet. I wore the new socks I picked up as well. And, I got new blisters. Again, the balls of both feet, and this time it was the left side that popped in the middle of things. It didn’t hurt as bad as last time. I knew that I should have prepared better and picked up some double layered socks.

The good news is, it was a fun race. I passed a lot of people, and not that many passed me. I was impressed at how well controlled I was running down hill. My husband was my pacing coach, since he has the fancy Garmin. Readers, I love my husband, but if I could have hit him during the race, I just might have. His method of motivation was to annoy the crap out of me.

I love a 5k with finisher's bling.  Even if I hold it backward for the photo op.

I love a 5k with finisher’s bling. Even if I hold it backward for the photo op.

I hit a PR, but I didn’t meet the goal I had set. Still, for no preparation and new blisters? Not that bad!

Oh, and that very day I DID pick up those double layered socks. And I wore them today. And they are magical.

Equipment Malfunction

I completed the Resolution Run 5K this weekend, despite being totally unprepared. Seriously, the night before I was drinking a margarita, munching on tortilla chips saying “Oh crap! 5K tomorrow! I have to be up at 5 to eat!”

I kept thinking this was a terrible idea that morning while getting ready, and stepping outside the house to rain only made me regret it even more. But we parked just before the sun came up and miraculously it stopped raining. I set up my iPod and got ready to rock it.


My pace was good, I bunny hopped around slow people and chose a guy to chase. Around mile 1 I could tell my feet were sliding around too much and I felt the start of a blister on the right ball of my foot. By the half way turn around I was starting to lose my quarry because my pace was slipping from the blister forming. At mile 2 I noticed the left foot felt like it was also blistering. I passed mile 3 and the right blister popped. I passed a couple I couldn’t quite get ahead of, finally and pushed through the finish.

Happily, I got a Finisher’s medal! Unhappily, I limped my way back to the car to wait for my husband to finish the 15K. I checked my sock and it was wet with blood and whatever else blisters are made of. My time wasn’t a PR , but considering I was pretty unhappy with my feet, I’ll take it.

I hobbled around the rest of the day, woke up shortly after falling asleep with my feet in fiery pain that kept me up. But it passed, I’m better, and I bought new shoes today. Also, I’m seeing a new podiatrist for insoles next week.