After two days, I tried running in the watersocks again. This time, I was acutely aware that they didn't fit right, and the sliding around on my feet was hurting, so, about a half mile in, I took them off and completed the rest of the 2.9 mi. barefoot. Again, at the end of the track, I was thinking I could go around again, but I was pushing Sophie in a rolling jogger, and she wanted to go the park across the street. I thought it would be a good idea to walk through the grass to clean off some of the clay on my feet from the running track, but there were stickers (grass seeds that have spikes on them)! I did more damage in about 8 steps than the whole 2.5 miles - ecchhh.
I got home and proudly announced what I had done. Josiah (now aged 15) said simply, "smart." without looking up, and, yes, sarcastically. Jane wasn't impressed either, saying it sounded like a gross thing to do, and reminding me about foot-born parasites and other diseases. Can't win....
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