Don't Put Out the Bait Unless You Want the Fish To Eat

It was felt a quarter of the way through. A place I had never received one before. Not that I could remember anyway. The body's own defense mechanism against friction. Fluid continued filling a space in between my two layers. Manifesting on my left sole. It became impenetrable.

More grinding lead to more existence. I still stayed constant. Each stride taken was one more molecule of torment. A constant reminder that it was nowhere near finished.

It will be left alone to heal. Blisters do best that way.






*Six miles of running had called attention that new shoes were in order. Kt's and my Saturday route:

• .4 mile warm-up walk
• 5 miles run
• .5 mile brisk walk up hill and then some
• 1 mile run concluding

I'm keeping honest. It wasn't as difficult as it seemed in my head, but if kt hadn't been with me, I most likely would've taken a walk much sooner. She gets the credit for getting me moving and keeping me that way. Afterwards, I immediately went to Luke's Locker and bought new running shoes. It's a little too late, for my left sole but it just might prevent other little squishy's from joining it's pioneer inaugural buddy.