Blisters

I have blisters the diameter of tangerines on both of my heels from wearing worn out socks to the gym and convincing myself that it was a good idea to work through the pain. I wonder what people were thinking when they saw me gingerly yet ungracefully waddle through the grocery store buying only mozzerlla cheese. Even as I set here, my heels are throbbing, the liquid moving and settling into the pouches. Ah, well...Happy 2006!