Pride Comes Before A - Blister!? Who Wants Blisters!?

Okay - sorry to disappoint - but I’m suffering here.

I know - you have no idea what I’m talking about.

And it’s strange; after all the ‘stuff’ I talked about yesterday - the diligent workouts, etc. - I had a huge setback today - due to my inability to hear/see/feel the warning signs.

I was going to the gym.

I was rushing.

I decided that because I would be going for a swim as well, I needn’t take my shoes.

Flip-flops would do.

There was to be no cardio - just good, solid, free weights before a swim.

Something unforeseen.

Others (on a Sunday!?) using the equipment I’d intended on using. (Remember, it’s a condo gym - not GoodLife, not the ‘Y’, and not Extreme Fitness - so there are limited facilities.)

I suggested to my workout partner that we spend 10 minutes on the treadmill - as it seemed they (the intruders) were nearing the end of their workouts.

I had no shoes.

I hopped on the treadmill anyway.

10 minutes later:

I limped off, feeling a slight irritation on the bottom of both feet.

Upon examination, it became evident that, on the ball of each foot, a huge blister had formed.

I was stunned.

How could this have happened in so short a time!?

Instant Karma?

It did not matter.

The damage was done.

I could barely walk.

I managed to get to the pool and have a swim - this was refreshing - but my feet didn’t have to bear weight in the water.
After the water - they did - and they hurt - dreadfully.

All this is to say, that; after all my bragging yesterday of almost becoming Mr. Goodbody (or at least, being in pursuit of that unattainable part of myself that may or may not exist…), I found myself completely hobbled by the smallest, and yet, most crippling of maladies - 2 simple blisters!

They have brought me down - on more than one level.

I’m irked.

Plans are scuppered.

I fear the dreadful return to ‘Square One’.

But that’s just paranoia.

I mustn’t allow that to occur.

I’ve already come so close to meeting the ‘Mystery Man’, that I shouldn’t allow a couple of blisters to halt the inevitable coming together of me and my ‘Super Self’.

But again - taking heed of the plight of Icarus - I’d best make sure the wings are secure before going any farther.

And definitely make sure that I learn how to walk (in sensible shoes) before I even dare attempt flight.

Blisters!?

Really!?

How ridiculous!

(OUCH!)