Just when I thought I had prepared for everything marathon-related, along comes something so completely out of the blue that it caught me by complete surprise.
Mosquito bites. Lots of them. All over my feet and my ankles. Apparently, while I was sitting at my Aunt's house late Sunday evening, I became the buffet for every mosquito in the neighborhood. I knew I had been bitten by a few of them, but it wasn't until today that I realized how bad it was. The sweat and the scratching from my socks irritated all the bites, so by the end of my six miles, I felt like my toes and my feet were on fire.
Action 484 - Handle The Unexpected.
I completed my run, and that was good. Tomorrow is a rest day, so no problem there. And I'm hoping that by Thursday, the welts will have gone down and the bites won't be so red and itchy.
Sheesh, who saw this coming? I have a marathon to run on Sunday, and I'll inhale a bottle of Benadryl before I let something this petty stop me.
Bring it, bugs!