I figured you wanted to start your day with a photo of my hurting, blistered feet. You’re welcome.
Up to this point I’ve been hesitant to call myself a bona fide runner, but I think I’m there. All the training for the relay in May is starting to get to my body.
And not in an eat-all-the-creamies-you-can-in-one-sitting way, although I’m giving that my best.
Charming couldn’t figure out for the life of him why I took pictures of my bloody and bandaged feet this morning. He still doesn’t understand why I need to post them online. I told him *It’s for posterity.*
So my posterity understands that, yes, mommy did spend some time outside. Running, even.
I’m sorry if I just ruined your Tuesday.