*Please not that if you DO NOT LIKE FEET, it would behoove you to not read any further...
When we trained for our marathon back in 2008, Josh began to notice a change in the color of his toenails--and no, it was not due to a sudden experiment with nail polish. The second toe on his foot is longer than this big toe, so naturally, after much contact with his shoe and the pavement, the poor little thing turned black, and partially fell off.
The other night, Josh said, "I have something to show you." Now, most times when Josh says this phrase, the "thing" he wishes to put on display is usually either a) gross, b) goofy, or c) a random accomplishment. I squeamishly asked, "yeah, what?" He responds by saying, "Well, the other night I think I jammed my toe on the stairs," and wiggles his toes. Immediately I notice that one of his big toes is TWICE the size of the other normal sized big toe. (Mind you, all of this took place AFTER we ran 4+ miles, without him saying a word!--that'll teach me to complain).
Most wives would respond sympathically and offer to get their injured husband an ice pack, beer, and pizza. I, on the otherhand, burst into laughter (some great mom I'll be!). Then, I pulled off my shoe. You can see for yourself....
*For my vanity, I must claim my toes as the smaller, less hairy, less colored ones :)
When you have cracked, bruised, and disappearing toe nails, it's too late to turn back...so let the training continue!
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