Ouch! Steph and Connie!
Nice toe socks from a running store make a big difference for blisters. I get them too.
I was absolute last in the 1st marathon I did at Disney in Orlando. There were people behind me, but for the newspaper listing of official finishers I came in at 6 hours 59 minutes 34 seconds which was the last official finisher. They did continue to give medals to the people that were more than 7 hours. Good thing, because if you take 8 hours to do the thing you really need that medal more than ever.
I am having another fairly productive day. I swear having these kittens has put me back into a forced regiment that at first was a little overwhelming, but now has tapped into that old "do a lot of stuff" person I used to be. It supports my lat 2 therapists theories that my depression is mostly my current lifestyle and environment. I am more productive and active with things on my plate, too much free time and I will not self schedule for fun things, but a few required things (more than the basic, go to work, get kid to school) get me to be efficient with my time and trip something in my brain where I can see things to do and actually do them. Finding the balance is the key. I can handle more now than I could 7 years ago, even 5 years ago. Volunteering at the library and doing the fosters has helped, but this with the kittens was a level up. I don't want it all the time, but I can hopefully use it to my advantage these next few weeks.
So anyway:
fed kittens
showered
load of laundry in
went to church to pick up quilt things we had in a quilt show (1 of mine, 3 things from my mom who is out of town)
narrowly avoided stopping and shopping/wasting $$
spotted living room rug
vacuumed living room
got last load of laundry for the weekend out and drying
swept garage
identified 5 more largish things to try and sell on fb or craigslist
put things into storage bins that had been in living room
found last bins of summer clothes to bring in
took out 1 bin of winter clothes
piled up next bin of winter clothes to get out
Now I need to :
take pics and list the things for sale
label the storage bins
mop the kitchen/living room
file the next pile of papers in living room
and if that gets done:
hang up clothes in bedroom
fold laundry & put away
vacuum bedroom
Nice toe socks from a running store make a big difference for blisters. I get them too.
Last year I wore "performance" socks (made of a synthetic fabric that wicks moisture away), and got the largest blister of my life on the ball of my foot under my big toe. So I figured this year I would wear the cotton socks that I normally wear to walk, since the performance socks didn't help. Nope, still got blisters, but in different spots.
I did some googling last night, and one of the suggestions runners give about avoiding blisters is to wear 2 pairs of socks, so the friction is between the socks, not between the sock and your foot. So I guess I'll try that next. Because I was thinking about another 5K on June 2, but I really don't want the blisters.
But also, my shoes might be a bit too big, which definitely causes friction, because the foot slips around in the shoe, so I really need to go back to the running store where they can properly fit me.
The only method that worked for me was to pretty much tape every toe and the heel and ball of feet with sports tape. Not tight, but covered. Also, I had double socks.
The grammar discussion taking place on Neil Gaiman's Twitter (started when someone tried to correct him on a point of grammar and was wrong), is in its second day, and I'm about to unfollow him. Apparently I only like to argue fine points of grammar with my friends -- watching other people do it is like nails on a chalkboard.
Timelies all!
Finally got to see Infinity War last night. Now to try to catch up with things....
Grammar is really not interesting for that long.
My brother and SiL have become huuuuuuge runners. They did a 59 miler last year, and his goal is to do a 100 mile marathon someday. I can't even fathom running down the block.
I've got a whole bunch of photographs printed out and spread over the floor, and I keep staring at them, hoping that they'll arrange themselves into a coherent portfolio, somehow.
I've got a whole bunch of photographs printed out and spread over the floor, and I keep staring at them, hoping that they'll arrange themselves into a coherent portfolio, somehow.
It seems like it would be hard to assemble your own photos into a portfolio in the same way that it's hard for a writer to edit their own writing -- you're too close to it, because it's your own creative work.
That's exactly the problem, Steph.
