Remember that time I went running? (You should, loyal reader, it was just last week.)
I did it again on Sunday! In the awful heat! And shockingly did not pass out from heat stroke! Yay! But I did get a goddamned blister on my heel. Boo!
I don't think it was my shoes--which by the by are the first athletic shoes ever to not make my feet go all pins and needles-y when I run, because I sucked it up and got the less-cute-colored-but-actually-fit-my-feet wides. But I'm pretty sure it was my damn socks. Stupid cotton socks.
Luckily there's a running store in town, and the nice folks there directed me to better socks. I picked up a thin pair and a more padded pair to see what I end up preferring, but I am hoping they'll be better than the crappy wigwam cotton ones I had.
Now I have to go dig through the boxes of crap I packed up from my office and see if I can find the good blister bandages I kept there.