Poor little feet

Well I didn’t do 10 miles last night. I think I managed about 6. Looks like being ill has hammered my fitness more than I thought it would. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

Still, the time has come to talk about my feet.

My feet are my favourite part of me, and they are absolutely perfect. No manky toenails, no hard skin, just perfect feet. Always impeccably pedicured and soft to the touch.

That was before the running.

Now my feet resembled the gnarled claws of a goblin with arthritis. They are calloused and have the texture of rhino hide.