My left foot. And my right foot for that matter.

I think I might be a bit of a mutant.  And not in  a useful X-Men sort of way.  I just think my body is built a bit wrong.

A good example (but not by any means the only example) are my poor feet.  Admittedly the last 10 or 11 months have been a little tougher than they are used to, but is this any reason for them to have grown by half a shoe size?  Shoes that fit me this time last year are now too short.  Seriously, who's feet grow in their thirties?  Will they carry on growing forever?  Will I be wearing small canoes for slippers by the time I am retirement age?

What's more, after the Kinloch triathlon, my feet looked like this:

It ain't pretty...

Oddly enough, it didn't hurt too much and hopefully will callus up nicely ahead of Ironman.  But it really did leave me with a lingering longing to have nice normal straight toes, no odd angles, no hammerheads...but never mind, I'll work with what I've got, even if they are growing and ugly.

I've done a few training miles this last week, rode the full bike course on Saturday (ouch), swam the swim course on Sunday morning, then went for a run ...for the rest of the day.  But not long to go now, 16 sleeps (assuming I sleep!).

Until next week, the answer to that ancient dilemma "Do I or don't I pop this blister?" is don't - the progress of unpopped blisters is gross, squidgy and pleasingly fascinating .

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Ironmaiden