The foot lady made fun of me

Today David, Kristen and I got pedicures. Since the wedding is going to be on the beach and we’re all going to be wearing sandals, it seemed like a good idea. However, given my intense running habit, I don’t think the foot lady was prepared for me. See, my feet are basically the most disgusting things ever, although it’s not because I don’t take care of them. However, after 25-30 miles a week, even hygiene zealots get blisters, calluses, stains, tears and odd smells. At several points during the session, she called over other people who worked there to point out my ridiculous blisters and sores. I felt like the Elephant Man of feet, but they ended up soft, shiny and wonderfully gorgeous so I didn't mind. David took a photo-essay of the experience, so pictures are on the way!