Oh, I forgot too . . . my other lovely injury—the bra-strap-dug-a-groove-into-the shoulders-injury.
I’m wearing Band-aids on my shoulders even as I write this. Oh, that bra was a killer—rubbing me raw!! I feel like I have a sunburn on my shoulders.
But in defense of the bra, it had a tough job to do—supporting a rather large load while running down hill. There is no bra in the world that could have helped me there. I should have whipped it off and ran freely—that would have been a sight (a scary sight).
So yes, I have many blisters and two matching grooves on my shoulders. My thighs are killing me and I walk down stairs like an 80 year old person. BUT, I did wear high heels to church today. I almost wore my medal to church too—I earned it baby. It’s my new bling. J
I’m wearing Band-aids on my shoulders even as I write this. Oh, that bra was a killer—rubbing me raw!! I feel like I have a sunburn on my shoulders.
But in defense of the bra, it had a tough job to do—supporting a rather large load while running down hill. There is no bra in the world that could have helped me there. I should have whipped it off and ran freely—that would have been a sight (a scary sight).
So yes, I have many blisters and two matching grooves on my shoulders. My thighs are killing me and I walk down stairs like an 80 year old person. BUT, I did wear high heels to church today. I almost wore my medal to church too—I earned it baby. It’s my new bling. J
