Note: I am writing this post because in all our walking, Mike hasn’t gotten a single blister. Mike is dealing with his own ailments at the moment: allergies.
But I’ve taken precautions. If you wanna see pictures, you have to click on the links. You don’t have to see them if you don’t want to.
It had to happen. I can’t let my blisters heal and not tell everyone about them especially since they are such a big part of my everyday life.
This all started about 3 weeks ago, on Day 2. 90 Mile Beach was killer on my feet. Over 120,000 steps on the exact same terrain, the same step over and over again. The same rubbing in the same spot for 3 full days. Blisters were inevitable.
As we continued on, the blisters got worse, obviously. Finally, they gave and I was left with a mess. I bandaged them, I took my socks off whenever I could, and I just kept on walking, although Mike insisted on taking a half day in Ahipara, right after the beach, to give them a rest. I wasn’t totally sure that I should have been continuing, but it turned out OK. At this point, they have become amazingly tough skin on my feet that I don’t even feel any more.
We meet a couple at a camp site a couple of days later. She had started to feel blisters on the beach and took her shoes off to walk barefoot. This wasn’t a great idea because she ended up with a bone bruise on her foot and couldn’t finish the beach portion. When we met them, they were planning on staying at the camp site for 4 days to see if the bruising got better. We’re not sure where they are now, but we hope she’s back on her feet.
Other people we have met have also told us about their 90 Mile Beach blisters. Seems that it’s a common occurrence.
The blisters are still a big part of my life. I check them everyday, but they are healing nicely and are a constant reminder of what I am doing.
If you are brave and not easily disgusted, here is a pic of those blisters, as they stand today.
Z, December 24 the 2013