Flashes of Panic

I ran NESCACs again today. It was wet, like last year, but not, I think, the kind of wet that leads to nasty rashes.

I also made some poor choices when it comes to uniform (forgot my singlet in Somerville) and footwear (no socks inside the spikes: that would’ve worked if it had been dry, but not so well in today’s wet mud.) The grit of the mud that came in the shoes became sandpaper on the heels, themselves softened from soaking. By three miles, I felt like I was flaying my feet. I took the spikes off immediately after leaving the chute, and there was a bit more blood there than I really like to see after a race.

I am, really, getting too old for this. But it is kind of fun.

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