I feel frisky and full of thought and energy…bouncing balls of fate off knees into aerial circles abounding my weave of dream…a woman’s curves is what I see…a gambler’s smirk and a roll of bones into the drop pit of a back alley hustle…but yet the tussle is a diadem of confusion…a meteoric climb of effervescence trips into a circle of intrusion into the culpability of morality skip stepping into a fulcrum of lucid infidelity…I have made promises to no one…yet creation asks for a boon to the climb of my aspirations…deems…honor a task to fulfill for the given prize…and so low I say good bye to the meandering road of lust in a hotel room at three vibe…yet fulfillment in romance is not my bargain or my destiny when asking to shake worlds is my travesty and hunger of propriety…let it be so…my wings are jet set shade…and I have roads I need to travel and blistering streets to blaze. http://www.facebook.com/jdglasscock1

Got to stay home sick today!  I felt pretty sick but the extra rest was luxurious. I was loading old Christmas pics onto my laptop and came across one I just had to share.Ok, that’s gross but for all you ladies out there it gets worse.  That nail polish is left over from the half marathon pedicure I had with the PMS girls almost SIX months earlier.  It looked perfect for a month and then I wanted to see if it would last until the full marathon and just that little bit did.

This beautiful blister is a result of the 2009 Myrtle Beach Marathon. What a great race!  We stayed at Market Common south of the main drag in Myrtle Beach.  The room was nice and being that close to so many restaurants and the best Piggly Wiggly in the country was perfect.  Walking around the commons really helped me loosen up after the race.  The race itself was flat but not overly remarkable.  If you’re looking for a tacky event shirt and finishers medal this is your race.  The flat course and having an excuse to go to the beach are enough for me and my buddies so we’re returning in 2010 for the half marathon.  In fairness to the race organizers, the aid stations were good, great cheer sections along the route, its flat, you have views of the ocean, and the post race party is at the House of Blues.  We skipped the party to have Valentine’s dinner at PF Changs. Did I mention the course was flat?

Here’s a more thorough race report.  (Too bad I wasn’t blogging back then, this would have been fun to write while laying in bed after the race.) The day started with an early wakeup to eat my Bakers Breakfast Cookie and drink some Gatorade and water. I love Bakers Cookies!  The morning glory flavor is my favorite and I’ve been eating them on camping trips and before morning long workouts for over a year with no problems.  I put on all my gear and packed my little nylon race bag with gloves and stuff just in case. Hubby drove us over to the race site.  Plenty of parking and even better, lots of potties!  I hate waiting for the porta-john in the morning.  We found my friend 07 Buddy and his girlfriend UGA girl (she’s one of the PMS girls). Hubby got hurt halfway into the marathon training so he wasn’t able to run the race with me.  O7 Buddy started training with me and we decided to run the whole thing together. We also hooked up with Hubby’s best bud and his dad.  All four of us were planning on running a 10 min/mile pace. That pace seems glacial slow to some people, but I have too many friends who hard such a suffer fest on their first marathon that they will never have a second. I decided to pick a pace I knew I could run and that way set myself up for success and a pleasant experience. We lined up behind the 4:20 pace guy and kissed our loved ones good bye.  We were a little chilly but very happy and excited.  The gun went off, the crowd started moving forward, and our pacer let go of his balloon rendering himself invisible to those of us trying to follow him.  WTF! Oh well, Hubby’s friend’s dad, lets call him Pops, had a gramin on so he was sure to keep us on pace.  The marathon course is a figure eight.  Yay, I hate loops! The first lobe was nice and we enjoyed the views of the sunrise. UGA girl and Hubby cheered for 07 Buddy and me all morning.  They were so sweet. On the first lobe they came running out of a coffee shop to snap pics and yell for us.  We joked about the big hill coming up (it was literally a speed bump) and then felt really bad when a guy next to us stopped to walk over it.  Oops!  The next bit of excitements came around mile nine when a girl pulled her pants down to pee in front of everyone.  I’m not that brave, I have have to at least try to be discreet. We left the half marathoners and ran back by the start line. I use an amphipod system so all of my nutrition was on board.  For this race, I dissolved Hammer Gel in water and would drink two ounces of that with the water from the aid stations.  I can’t get over the snot consistency of gels. I love shot bloks and luna moons, but they make me burp so I stick to watery gel. I also took enduralytes.  I wish I could remember how many I took and how often, but I love those things. We stopped to pee at a porta-potty right around mile 14.  It took forever!  Oh well.  The next couple miles were uneventful.  We dropped Pops and friend when they stopped for a pee break and didn’t see them again for a long time.  07 Buddy and I kept speeding up, but I’d slow us back down so “The Wall” wouldn’t be so bad.  I made friendship bracelets, yes the kind you made with embroidery thread in middle school, for all of the PMS girls.  Each one was in one of the girls favorite colors.  Starting at mile 20 the bracelets would remind me to think about one of them and how lucky I was to have such great friends.  One mile was dedicated to each girl.  Miles 20 through 25 were tough.  I felt ok, but the wind was blowing and we were on highway 17 which has a strong slope to help keep water off the road.  Great when you’re driving in a rainstorm, horrible when you’re running on it. I ran as close to the cones as I could to try and get on some level ground but no luck.  I felt those miles the rest of the weekend. I ran mile 26 for Hubby and really started to go fast.  The last 0.2 were for me.  I was feeling strong as I entered the finishing chute.  Just as I rounded the last corner a girl came out of no where and passed me!  So then my pride was hurt and I started sprinting.  BAD IDEA!  I will never sprint the end of a marathon again unless I am within five seconds of a goal time.  Pops had even told us not to sprint earlier in the day because you can supposedly give yourself a heart attack. Oh I forgot to mention that we passed our pacer around mile 20.  He was walking!  He had run the previous miles so fast that he was going to be walking a good chunk of the last 10k to get in on time.  That guy should not be a pacer for the 4:20 group. We saw Pops again briefly as we passed the pacer.  Hubby’s friend had made several porta-potty stops and I can’t remember if he even finished.  07 Buddy finished with me.  We found our significant others and headed back to the hotel.  That shower did not feel good.  I thought it would, but the minute the water hit my skin I realized I had chafed all over.  I laid around with my legs up for an hour or so and then stolled around with Hubby.  At Banana Republic, I saw the perfect pair of brown heels.  I wanted to try them on soooo bad but I couldn’t bring myself to do it with that lovely blister.  I should have named that sucker. I never did see those shoes again. We met up with UGA girl and 07 Buddy for a nice relaxing dinner.  The next morning we went to the Aveda salon for massages. I didn’t like the massage until I got up from the table.  That lady was a miracle worker!  She undid whatever Highway 17 had done to my hips and I could actually walk like a normal person. It only lasted a few hours before I was hobbling again but it was totally worth it.  A work friend’s wife is an ultra-marathoner and had given me the advise to have the massage the day after instead of the day of the race.  Great advise.

In conclusion, I give the Myrtle Beach marathon two thumbs up.

07 Buddy got assigned to a project three hours away so we can’t train together this year.  What a bummer.  I miss him so much. Thanks recession!

This is a completely rambling post. I’ll blame it on the cold meds.

Earlier this week, I was in the kitchen preparing a late breakfast while my busy 11-month-old daughter, Maya, was playing at my feet. She can’t walk independently yet, but she pulls herself up to a standing position quite easily and walks along the cuboards, appliances and furniture. She was playing with her reflection in our new stainless steel stove when I noticed blood on her hands, face and the floor. It was odd because one minute things seemed fine, and the next moment I looked and there was all this blood and I couldn’t see where it was coming from. Plus, my daughter was totally unaffected by the situation; she was happily playing along as though nothing had happened. Weird right?

So, I frantically grabbed her and started searching for the origin of the injury. I finally found that it was coming from a small cut on one of her fingertips. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out  how she had done it, so I began to search along the cupboards and stove for sharp edges and I found that all along the sides of my stainless steel stove are sharp metal edges, upon which Maya surely tried to grip to pull herself up to a standing position and, in so doing, her soft supple skin was cut by the metal edge.

For such a small cut it, was bleeding pretty profusely. I ran it under cold water, then got a cold cloth and started to apply pressure, but to do these sort of things with a small, highly active child is pretty hard and she was fighting me most of the time. Added to this whole difficulty is the fact that Maya likes to suck the first two fingers on her left hand and the cut was on one of those fingers. That same finger has blisters from her sucking and is pretty tender and raw already. And, whenever I thought I’d gotten the finger clean and dry enough that it might stop bleeding, she kept trying to suck it and made it worse again.  I kept at it but the finger kept on bleeding. So, I found a box of fingertip band-aids and cut one of them into a smaller shape so it’d fit her tiny apendage. The band-aid mostly kept her from sucking on the finger and reopening the cut, but she did try to suck the band-aid a few times. Still, she bled through it and I had to apply a second one.

After an hour of not being able to stop the bleeding, I started to worry that the cut might be deeper than I had originally thought, I decided to call the BC Nurses line (811), which is intended for non-emergency medical advice, maybe I needed to do something more (like take her in for stitches–oh no!). So, I called 811. I waited on hold for a long time, most likely because they’re being flooded with calls related to H1N1. By the time I was connected with a registered nurse, the bleeding appeared to have stopped and it was almost Maya’s nap time, so I told the nurse what happened, and asked two questions:

1. Should I be concerned about tetanus because she cut herself on metal?
2. Should I leave the band-aid on while she sleeps (choking hazard, given her propensity for sucking), or keep it off and risk her causing it to open up and bleed again?

Well, the nurses line is totally useless. They said tetanus probably wasn’t a concern because the metal stove wasn’t dirty (which I sort of knew but wanted to ask), but they suggested that I still check in with my doctor within 12 hours just in case–and yet, the whole reason I was calling was so that I wouldn’t have to traipse over to the doctor’s office for a minor cut. Then, in regard to the band-aid question, the nurse I spoke to said that all he could do was give me information and allow me to make the decision myself. He couldn’t give me direct advice for liability reasons. All I have to say is, that is so LAME! What is the point of having a medical advice phone line if they can’t actually give you any advice? These days everyone’s so scared of being sued that they can’t even help you anymore!

This was the second time I have ever called the nurses line, the first time was when I was pregnant and vomiting uncontrollably and wanted to know what over-the-counter medications I could safely take. Needless to say, they advised me to see my doctor, which I would have done if I could have stopped vomiting long enough to get in the car and drive somewhere, which was why I was phoning them!

Anyway, I decided that keeping the band-aid off was the safest thing to do, if the bleeding started again I’d be able to stop it, but if she choked… well, let’s not go there. In the end, Maya did suck on her injured finger when she napped but the bleeding didn’t restart. Her finger is looking pretty raw and sore these days, but is slowly healing.

Note to self: no allowing baby to explore in the kitchen anymore! You’d think the makers of the stove who build-in all kinds of other safety measures on the appliance (door locking device, anti-tip device, etc.), would round off the metal edges so they aren’t a hazard to children… but, alas, my rant must come to an end.

…all right, so I don’t really have a life. Hence, why I’m already updating again.

Where’d we leave off? Oh yeah, that’s right — the Nuviderm finally showed up at my doorstep! I tell ya, I am a friggin’ maniac when it comes to tracking packages online!

January 2009

First thing’s first — let’s make sure we have all of the correct supplies! A very, very, VERY important part! Click on the pictures for a larger image.

Supplies for the treatment:
Distilled water (for diluting the acid), Nuviderm/TCA, Q-Tips (for application), shot glass or small container (mix in here), napkins (to dabble up the runny acid on your skin), the Nuviderm instructions (so you don’t screw it up), and an exceptionally cute helper (’cause you shouldn’t do this by yourself).

Supplies for after-care:
Antibiotic ointment (take note that my choice is Neosporin + PAIN RELIEF), non-stick pad (slab the ointment on here), gauze bandage wrap thing (put this over pad for extra protection), medical tape (tape the bandage on… c’mon now…), scissors (I shouldn’t have to tell you what these are for), and your wonderful companion again (to help make your boo-boo all better).

Okay, so I actually didn’t have this particular helper for the first two treatments, but I don’t think it matters too much to any of you out there.

Anyway, I was definitely nervous to put this on — I was going to be burning my flesh!!! Arrrgh! I diluted the acid to 17-ish% (50% is the max you can do with this brand) and dipped my Q-Tip in, and swabbed ‘er on the tattoo. It’s a regular liquid, so it WILL run if you put too much on at one time. Supposedly, Nuviderm will neutralize itself after 8 minutes. I tell ya — those are the longest 8 minutes of my life. Actually, the first couple minutes are okay. Around the five mark though, I felt a slight burning. After a few more minutes, it turned into an intense burning. By the time it was “frosted” like it’s supposed to be, I was keeled over and feeling like I was going to vomit. I think nerves played a big part in that, though. But I survived! Again, click on the pictures for a larger image.

Here’s the “before” photo:

And here’s the “after” photo:

Notice the “frost” I mentioned earlier.

Soon, I’ll post an update about the days following.

Hi guys and gals! Burn Victim, here to tell you all about my experience with Nuviderm. Before I get onto the good stuff, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself.

I, Burn Victim, live in a little town in northern Michigan. I’m no stranger to this body modification jazz — I’ve been pierced around seventeen times, and have a total of seven sets of tattoos. Hopefully that number will soon be six, y’know? I’m currently in the process of using Nuviderm (TCA) on some crummy tattoo. Honestly, I’d really just like to skip up to present day and blog about what’s currently going on with the tattoo removal process, but alas, I cannot. If I were to update right this very moment, the following line would be included in the post somewhere:
“It won’t stop oozing, and smells faintly of Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch.”
Aaaaand RIGHT there, I’ll bet you’re hooked; dying to know how the heck that even makes sense! So, here we go!…

2005: Fresh out of high school and ready to conquer the world! And by “conquer the world,” I actually mean “get tattoos that have absolutely no meaning, placed in regions of my body that will make it nearly impossible to conceal.” There was a little tattoo shop within an hour of home that I’d been to before. The particular artist (I thought he was “my” artist, even!) had done two of my other tattoos, so I knew he was pretty good. With that said, I’m not sure exactly what went wrong.

Ever heard of Derek Hess? He’s quite the awesome artist, I must say. There was one particular piece I really liked, titled “Valentine Guy.” I decided I wanted the Valentine fella tattooed on my left forearm. And that’s about all the meaning I’ve had behind six of my seven tattoos — “Well, ‘cuz it looks cool!” My most recent one, which was actually within the last month, has some real meaning behind it. It’s special, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.

Anyway. Our subject, Tattoo #4, was supposed to look something like this:

Apparently, I got it done on a Thursday because the image title is literally “gettingthisonthursdaylikewhoa.jpg”

Hmmm. Good to know, I suppose.

Anywho, this is what Tattoo #4 came out as:

I KNOW, RIGHT???

Fast-forward to present day for just one second, mkay? Here are guesses as to what that stupid tattoo is of: Is that a mountain? An ice cream sundae? A panther? blahblahblah… a bunch of other lame guesses. Then I reply with, “It’s a man with his arms crossed and his head down,” since I don’t really want to explain who Derek Hess is and why I picked that one, so-on and so-forth. Usually, I get, “Ohhhh… NOW I see it…” and then some more remarks about how it still looks like an ice cream mountain panther.

Can I vent for one second, folks? C’mon — I mean, this guy’s a tattoo ARTIST, not a tattoo amateur. Like I said, my other two done by him came out just fine. They also weren’t all that complex, but whatever. For the record, the shop is now closed down. They were in a rather low-traffic area, and… it’s northern Michigan. For tattoo artists up here, it’s basically either you sink or swim. Apparently, this shop sunk after several years of keeping afloat. But seriously, this is supposed to be permanent! I know it was this dude’s JOB to tattoo on people, but c’mon buddy, let’s put some care and craft into each individual piece of artwork, hm?

Thanks for letting me get that out, readers. Now we can back-track to last December, when I decided I wanted to do something about this stupid piece of junk on my arm. I researched all of my options via the interwebs, and there weren’t too many. There was TCA, laser removal, the magic tattoo removal creams, and I think I read somewhere about having a doctor just literally slice that part of your body on out. That sounds rather far-fetched, but you never know. Oh man, I have had SO many people ask, “Why didn’t you try that Wrecking Balm stuff instead?” Nowhere online, aside from the testimonials on their own websites, have I found any legitimate proof that it works. Laser removal costs HOW much?!… and I wound up at the Nuviderm website. It mentioned that some science or medical journal gave it a success rate of 88% (I think?). I took that piece of information to my family doctor that I’ve been going to foreverrrrrr and asked about it. He said, “As long as you follow the directions, then in theory, yes, it should work.” Sold! Mommy ordered me some (thanks, Mom!) and I waited patiently for its arrival…

Hello, all. All… zero of you so far. Anyway, I will be posting photos and little blurbs about my current tattoo removal “experience” using trichloroacetic (sp?) acid, also known as “TCA.” The specific product is Nuviderm.

I just want to throw it out there that I chose the “dots” layout (on my Blogger… not too sure what I’m going to do with my WordPress one…) in an attempt to make this painful acidic experience as fun as possible.

It’s not really at all, to be completely honest.

Please be aware that this blog will be about MY personal experience with this Nuviderm junk. The process I go through with it and the supplies that I use MAY NOT be what’s right for you. In other words, I don’t want someone e-mailing me, saying, “You crazy, lying bitch! That didn’t work AT ALL!”

I’ll post later. ‘Til then…

I love Dylan Moran and Simon Pegg

Athlete’s foot and cracked heels lead to cellulitis? This can happen more often than you think. An article in the online version of the British Daily Mail recounts how Chris Banting noticed a scarlet streak on his left calf. He felt no pain or discomfort. He had it checked out, and the doctor determined it was cellulitis. Chris was healthy other than the athlete’s foot. One-third of people who have had cellulitis have it again in three years because it compromises your ability to fight infections.

Calluses are particularly vulnerable to cracking. Blisters can also lead to cellulitis. Feet are just not clean. ShearBan® or ENGO® should be used to manage blisters and calluses to prevent them from causing open wounds that can become infected.

I can hardly count the number of time I have taken a bite of that delicious slice of pizza and burned the roof of mouth, resulting in a blister.  For days I was unable to eat anything else that was hot without reliving the burn.  A trick for easing the problem is sprinkling your tongue with a pinch of sugar and holding it against the sore spot.  According to a study I read, it seems that as the sugar melts, it stimulates the brain to release endorphins that make you forget about the burn.  I tried it and it really worked, however, when the sugar was dissolved, the pain was still there but significantly less. Next time you burn your mouth, try it.  What do you have to lose?

Shoes are an important part of our daily life. It plays an important role on our dress style and appearance. But few know about its role in sports. Shoes are essential for sports right from marathon to other competitive events. One of the best all rounder shoes are the Asics shoes. You can wear it for any event.

However, it was obvious that my friend had gone to a lot of time, trouble, and expense to get this present for me, so I felt that I had to at least give them a try. I told myself that I would wear the Asics shoes on one short run and then come up with some reasonable-sounding excuse as to why I couldn’t wear them anymore. I could just say that they didn’t fit right, didn’t offer enough protection, or simply weren’t comfortable enough. Then I’d be able to go back to my regular footwear without any guilt.

But then something unexpected happened when I was out on my test run: I discovered that I actually liked my new Asics shoes! They were very lightweight and actually felt good on my feet without any breaking-in period at all. I didn’t get any blisters from that first run with my Asics shoes, which is something that always happens to me when I wear other brands. In short, I became an immediate convert and decided to buy several more pairs of Asics shoes as soon as possible.

I knew better than to try to buy Asics shoes from a regular sporting good store. Through a lot of trial and error over the years, I’d been able to find a half-dozen or so excellent websites that specialized in running gear. I went directly to those sites and saw that a couple of them were offering great discounts on Asics shoes at that time. I ordered two more pairs on the spot.

I’ve been wearing Asics shoes exclusively for a few months now and have not been disappointed in their performance. I was completely correct in my assessment of Asics shoes after that first trial run, and know that I’ll be using this brand for a long, long time. I’m just thankful that my friend took a chance on buying me that first pair!

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That’s right, Scrabble’s hardcore. I bet you never knew that?

Whatever, so this is a video of my friends and I just hanging out on the last few days of school. Those last few days were really fun. I wonder how the last few days of this school year will be like?

BTW I’m watching Britney Spears right now, performing, LIVE!!!!!

OMG I’M AT THE CIRCUS!!!!!!!!!!!

Posts of that to come soon.

The city of Riverside is cursed. It’s like this city knows that I am coming and plans for bad things to happen to me. This weekend was no exception. I came, it attacked me, and I left with even greater hated towards it than ever before. I hope that I never have to go back.

When the team travels we always end up getting really nice rental cars. I think the track team is on the Gold Presidential membership with Hertz or some crazy shiz like that. So Instead of the big white 15 passenger vans that other teams cruise around in, we get  hooked up with like three Volvos. It’s pretty sick. On the way from the airport to our hotel I was late on calling driver, or shotgun, or even window for that matter and  I was stuck in the middle of the back  seat next to Travis, who needs to spread his legs 4 feet apart to give the “Illusion” of a larger package. He’s not fooling anyone, we all shower together. The drive was miserable and hot and long. Traffic was horrible and what should have been a 40 minute drive turned into three hours. FML. I should have known this was going to be a miserable trip, it was riverside afterall.

Early races are never my style but in Riverside where temperatures in late September easily get above 100 degrees you don’t have much choice. The course was on a dirt path around some dirty orange grove, all dirt since  grass doesn’t grow in Riverside. The shoes of choice for such surface is the Nike Zoom Katana and it It just so happened that I had a brand new pair. I usually race without socks, many runners do and i’m not exactly sure why. Some say to make them lighter but I think thats just ridiculous. Anyway I think I bought into that back in high school and have been doing it ever since, and now my feet are super callused not too unlike african boys. So running without socks doesn’t usually give me any problems, but for whatever reason this new pair of shoes sliced right through those calluses and gave me some of the worst blisters of my young life. With a mile and a half left of the race a newly formed blister on my right heel ripped open and caused me some serious pain. I thought about dropping out but I couldn’t, I have never dropped out of a race and wasn’t going to start then. Plus it just looks so hardcore when someone finished a race and their foot is covered in blood, even if that person does finish in dead last.

My feet the evening after the race.

Notice the dark spot on the heel. Yeah thats blood.

So the race sucked. My cross country season may or may not be over since I finished dead last for my team and only top 12 typically travel. I blame Riverside (not my shoes). If it were like any other cross country race the course would have been on grass, but like I said grass doesn’t grow in Hell Riverside. One good things is that BYU ended up destroying the competition and winning the Invitational. Results found here.

I’ve been wakeboarding for a few months now and have recently started trying new tricks and am able to stay on longer.  I really enjoy this sport since it is a great workout, a fun way to spend a weekend with friends, and it is challenging.

But one big problem i have while wakeboarding is that i started getting blisters on my palms.  So, now i am obsessed with trying to find out the cause of blisters and how i can prevent it from happening.

So far, here is my observation from my limited board time. If there are pros out there that are reading this, maybe you can give me some insight.  When i started wakeboarding, i would ride with my bare hands and i never got a blister or a callous. But then again, i was just holding on and i never really stayed on that long. On my last 2 trips, i decided to get gloves cuz i noticed my other friends had blisters and they were saying that the gloves will protect my hands, so i did.

Here is the irony, when i started using gloves, i developed blisters. Also, the time i got the blisters, i was started doing kickers, ramps, and trying other tricks. So, i am not sure if i got blisters because of the gloves or because i started riding more and riding harder.

Given that blisters are caused by friction and/or heat against the skin, i came up with this theory…

Chris’ Theory:  Wearing gloves increases the likelihood of blisters as compared to riding with your bare hands.

Explanation: The handle in CWC is made of wood and is smooth and kinda slippery when wet.  When you ride with your bare hands and you wipe out, the handle will naturally slip off because of how smooth and slippery the handle is.  Because it is smooth and slippery, the handle will just slide off with very little friction between the handle and your palm.

Now, when you wear gloves, this helps your grip so that you can hold onto to the wooden handle. The problem is that when you wipe out with gloves on and the handle yanks out of your grip, the gloves are rough on the inside and creates friction when the handle is pulled away from your hand; thus causing blisters.

I am still not 100% sure on this, but it kinda makes sense. so, on my next ride, i will ride without gloves on and see how my hands look afterwards.  If you’re a wakeboarder, please post your opinions on this, since i would love to get whatever insight you may have.  Thanks! Ride On!!!!

I have started running, swimming and cycling. Fran has me doing each discipline 1 x week and wants me to iron out any physical problems.

At the moment I developed a blister on my right heel after a 30 minute run, I had some discomfort on my left knee at the beginning of the run  and this felt worse when I was running on unpaved terrain. It actually improved after 20 minutes and it felt good at the end. I had to stop runnning because of the blister. The swim went well but need technique training and I am seeing an Australian swim coach this saturday for an assessment. I cycled for 25 km and I am getting used to the aero postion. My neck and low back do get uncomfortable during the ride. I will work on core strength and continue to work on the positioning on the bike with Dave my bike mechanic.

I spoke to my brother who is one of New Zealands prominant sports podiatrists and he recommended the following for blister care:

If small-medium blister it will heal in 7 days.

1. Drain the blister with sterile needle
2. Don’t pull blister roof off. Tape down with a dressing and antiseptic ointment to prevent infection. That elasoplast wide tape with centre padding will be fine.
3. No more running for 7 days til its healed or it will get worse.

Next time you run

1. Apply strapping tape around the area. A good way is to apply the the non stiocky side against the blister area and then use another piece straight over the top to hold it down.
2. Vaseline up

I tried on the shoes again and it feels like the shoe is too big. Maybe the orthotic is pushing me out of the shoe too much. I will try the orthotics in another shoe and see if the same happens and I will try running in the new pair of shoes with older orthotics and see how it goes.

I plan to go to Run and Become in Victoria to get an assessment and also to see how good their shoe assessment and range are.

No, I’m not on the rag, nor am I experimenting with tampons again. I save that kind of shit for The Metal Crypt. But goddamn it, did I scare the shit out of myself today.

Finally, a sport where balls have been replaced with tampons. Maybe it's the new Jarts!

I was in the shower, scalding my skin until I was certain ten layers had been removed (I learned this helpful hint from Mr. Clean). The smell of Evergy Dove was in the air. The bar of soap made love to my skin like a horny tick, sliding down my voluptuous curves to my legs (the kind of legs that look good in fishnets). And that was when I glimpsed blood in the water.

Did you say blood? Mr. Clean will wipe that motherfucker...clean.

Yes. Blood. Like this.

I'm a giant drop of blood! A giant clot! Squeeze me! Watch me leak out your favorite orifice!

Or maybe even like this.

I'm a happy blood drop! Aren't you happy when you're bleeding? Well, why the fuck not, bitch? I'm gonna make you bleed!

My eyes refocused and I paled. A Band-Aid had fallen off my heel. A Band-Aid that had protected a blister. It had withered in the water and sat beneath my foot like a puddle of blood. And it was hot pink.

Are you a horror author? Do you like sexy dolls? Then buy Barbie Band-Aids!

NCS Preorder Synopsis
«©NCSX» The Puyo Puyo franchise started modestly enough. In 1991, Tokuma Shoten shipped the game on a floppy disk titled “Famimaga Disk Vol. 5″ for the Family Disk System followed by a release for the MSX. It wasn’t until developer Compile produced the game for the arcades in 1992 that gamers really started to take notice. Bright graphics accompanied by chipper music and squeaky voices from the likes of cutesy characters such as Arle, Drac, and the fish-lipped Tara attracted the first crop of fans. The coin-op version of Puyo Puyo also featured a “versus” style of play that proved to be a winning formula as it went on to become a puzzle game sensation on consoles and handhelds through the years.

Toys based on the Puyo Puyo franchise have been fairly scarce over the past few years but Sanei Boeki rectifies the situation with a collection of five Puyo figures which are packaged in a cardboard-backed blister pack. All of the Puyos have big eyes but the yellow variant appears to be taking a nap. Each Puyo measures 5cm or 1.96″ in height and is constructed of slightly pliable PVC. Preorders are welcome to ship in late October 2009 at JPY1680 or US$20.90 per set of five.

I decided to go for my daily walk after lunch down the town, just to get some popcorn [salted, mind you] for the week [as I’m now on my health kick.  I thought to myself that my Birkenstocks would be okay but, as soon as I got down to Waitrose, I got a blister. On the bottom of one of my toes. OWWW!!!

I “hobbled” like a pregnant woman about to give birth into the supermarket and got some plasters.  Then it took me an extra 45 minutes to look for popcorn, but gave up in the end so I bought the salt and vinegar snack a jacks.  30 calories more than their popcorn for 2 ‘cakes’ but sill less than 1% of fat!

Now I’m at home, both my legs are stiff and sore.  Perhaps, after last Monday’s ulcers outbreak, I should rename Monday “Medical Monday”…. *rolls eyes*