Never let it be said that I'm not a tough babe.
Once upon a time...
...I tore all the ligaments in my ankle in an aerobics class and went back to class for two days, thinking I'd just strained it.
...I strained my quad muscle dancing in a variety show and finished up the act before hobbling off stage.
...I walked around in premature labor for two days before the pain became too great and I went to the ER. And we all know how that turned out (in case you're new here and don't, check this out: The Will Chronicles)
Me and Timex -- we can take a lick and keep on ticking.
So in that spirit, I give you the latest example of my pain threshold:
Lousy photo, I know. But I was shooting in a hurry, because... oh, never mind.
But you can get the gist of things from it.
See that red spot, around the New Balance N.
Blood. From a blister.
Yesterday, I decided to break in a new pair of trainers. Bought then a couple of weeks ago. Felt good in the store.
So on my endurance cardio walk, at about the one mile mark, that familiar blister sting began to make its presence known.
You can imagine what things felt like at the end of the walk, nearly two miles later.
However, I just chalked it up to being part of the process and put those damn shoes in the back of the closet.
Today, fortified with my regular, comfy trainers, some blister block and band-aids, I was ready.
Excuses? I don't need no stinkin' excuses.
Another endurance walk. Some mild discomfort, but nothing that would fell me, the OTB. No, not Off Track Betting.
Original Tough Babe.
At the end of the walk, my trainer looked down for some reason and noticed the Red Badge of Courage on my shoe. Yikes. But it's ok.
No pain, no gain baby.
Just be glad I opted not to take a photo of my sock...