Whose Feet?

After an embarrassing two-day hiatus from the pavement (Saturday's "run" can't really be classified as such...so I'm calling it a two-day rest period), I hit 'er today with a vengeance. It was raining and quite gross out when I got started, so there were no other walkers or runners on my river view path (I love it when that happens). However, the weather improved slightly and I pounded out 8 kilometres in the time it takes me to do 6, so I was quite happy.

When I got home though, I was astounded by just how squishy my shoes had become: they were soaked. Here we are. It's the first problem I've encountered running in Korea: how to deal with wet shoes. At home, I would have plopped them in the dryer for an hour and they would have come out nice and toasty (and fitting snugly, which is always a treat for the stretched-out trainers). Here? I have to prop them up and hope for well-circulated air to dry them out.

I've come to realize, on a related note, that my feet are no longer my own: they belong to the Run, to the Shoes, to the Pavement. They are mine only to care for. My nails are so short they're not polish-able, and I have never scrutinized my feet as closely as I have to now. It's intense and pretty much gross. But what can you do? My Father calls his feet, his "Temples". I've come to realize that he's right. The Run does not allow for neglected feet.

Not much new to report here. I wore my new poofy skirt out on Saturday night..tres cute. Didn't get a good pic of it, but I did get some. I'll post tomorrow. Still on the hunt to find A Computer Man to fix my issue, so I'm computer-less.

I got a few emails back from Italy: no go. But I got a GREAT one back from a principal in Bologna. I'm going to write him back and ask for some suggestions on finding work. He sounds like a great guy and a useful contact. I'll update when I know more.