I didn't know I had ruptured blisters on my hands until I was running and felt my hands a little cool. I looked down and saw that there were pieces of skin just barely hanging on letting all the cool air in. I was a little disappointed because it hurt like a mutha, and I was not going to be able to push myself harder to finish the pull-ups. (I did manage to get a total of 72 pull-ups with good form. I was proud of myself.)
The soreness from the workout and baseball was nothing compared to the inability to fold my hands. The skin keeps breaking, but they are drying out slowly. Washing my hands is TORTURE! I can't wait for them to be healed so that I can resume normal activities. I have some liquid Band-Aid to help while I'm at work. At least I will develop some calluses. NO batting cages for me this week. Even batting gloves don't protect well. I'll have to find a new way to protect the hands.
In OTHER NEWS, I took a picture of this duck.
It is a very scary duck. It looks like a duck that has had a hard life without Proactiv. I think he just escaped from the Duck Penitentiary. You can tell by the scars, tattoos, and his loner status. Plus, he is sitting on shit. I think I saw a shank under his left wing.
This picture is more calming.
I made this into a black and white photo to work on my black and white photography skills. Who knew you had to adjust colors to black and whites to make them nice black and whites. I know, it's confusing.
BLAHG you later!
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