So Pithy

This isn’t going to be about the movie There Will Be Blood, though I did watch that recently, and I have to say I wasn’t that impressed, although I did find the first part interesting just from a “history of oil drilling”-perspective.

Rather than movies I’m talking about shoes. New shoes. Two or three weeks ago I started running in a new pair of shoes. Things went surprisingly well; they are the same brand and model I had before, but I still thought there would be some painful breaking-in to do. (That’s the whole reason I got the new shoes so long before my upcoming marathon.

I’ve really been making good use of them–in addition to my weekday runs I ran a total of 30 miles last weekend with no real ill-effects. I’d almost gotten to the point where I’d forgotten they’re new. Then yesterday I ran a twenty-miler. A bit of a blister started to develop on the back of one of my feet, and I should have realized then that if I went running again the next day–today–that there would be blood.

But I didn’t, so I went running this morning (a considerably shorter run) and sure enough, when I got home and took off my shoes there it was, a streak of blood on one of my socks. Worst part is getting the socks clean again, really.

Lesson learned: with new running shoes, there will be blood.