Right now, I have compound blisters on the side of my big toes, the balls of my feet, and on the sides of the arches of my feet.
I have scabs on my back from where my bra has rubbed through the skin.
I have knots coiled in my traps and neck from where my bra straps sit, making it painful to turn my head.
My leg muscles are perpetually exhausted, strained, and whining.
Last week, I did 30 miles total. It was too much; my body nearly went on strike. I could do it without dying, obviously, but now it does not want to do anything else.
Yet I keep going back for larger doses. More frequently. Like any addict.