This is the result of my latest long run. Pained joints and blisters (the blisters on my middle toe, and please excuse the non-manicured feet). I swear that I never had a blister until I started reading these training books talking about how bad the blisters can be. I thought, "Wow, I must be really lucky." Nope, I'm now the proud wearer of one.
My last run was pretty long, so I decided to try out my fanny-pack, water bottle-holder-thingy. Yes, I sometimes wear a fanny pack when I run. You can stop laughing now. About a mile into the run, the water bottle falls out; it continues to do so a few more times. So I ditch the water bottle by a light post for later retrieval and continue my run. After a while, I'm thirsty, hot, stinky and sweaty, so I stop at a gas station to buy some bottled water. I bring the water up to the cashier and my total was 96 cents. I pull out my debit card, because that's all I brought with me, and the cashier tells my it's a $5 minimum to charge the card. Okay, I get that, but now I'm realizing I should have brought cash too. So I look at the guy next to me and offer to buy something of his; he refused. I tell the cashier to charge $5 to my card; she refused. In the middle of my desperation, I tell the woman while wimpering, "But I have to have the water." There might have been a few tears accompanying the wimper, I can't recall. Then this other guy watching the whole fiasco looks to me and says, "Why are so sweaty? It's not that hot out there." I pause, staring at him, waiting for the sarcasm and humor to drip into his comment...but it never does. Now, I was not wearing makeup or a skirt or high heels; I was CLEARLY running. It was 85 degrees and muggy, and I had been running for the past hour. WHY AM I SWEATING?? I looked at him and thought of 50 responses, some laced with profanity, and said, "I'm in the middle of run." He looked at me like I was crazy (while I was looking at him like he was crazy). I don't think he ever got it. Out of desperation and frustration, I ended up buying two granola bars along with my water to meet the $5 minimum. Moral of story: Always carry cash. And when some poor soul is sweaty, don't ask them why they're sweating, it's probably for a good reason.