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Today’s theme is: strength.

Can’t you just hear the Ice Cream Man’s tunes carrying down the street?

What?

Oh.

No that sentence doesn’t have anything to do with the photo.

I literally just heard the ice cream man drive by.

I was asking if I was the only one that heard it.

Yesterday was bonkers.

So two nights of reffing has put a quail egg sized blister on my heel.

I spent a majority of yesterday trying to avoid me heel touching anything.

It doesn’t help that my leg muscles are super tight from all the running.

So imagine trying to walk normally, but without putting too much pressure on the heel of your shoe so it doesn’t rub a giant blister.

And also without walking on your toes because your calves are like tangled rubber bands.

And if you mistakenly take an actual normal step then the back of your grates down your blister as you calf muscle if pulled in the opposite direction.

I tried wearing shoes for part of the day.

Until I realized that I was limping along with my instep facing forward and my toes pointing off to the side.

All to avoid feeling whatever the fuck nightmare was happening in my leg.

So I switched to sandals.

Much better.

And for the record, yes, I did stretch my legs.

Before running.

And after.

And before I went to bed.

And when I was in bed.

And as soon as I got up.

And every thirty minutes or so for the remainder of the day.

I’m on my feet a lot every day.

But the periods between walking around make my shit all stove up.

Being married to a super hot and amazing massage therapist has its perks.

Jitterbug worked on my legs for a while before bed and I was able to sleep without having the sensation of electricity coursing through them.

Yay!

Today is Thursday.

And the madness has already started.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC