Crab peopleTuesday, August 02, 2011
I have an embarrassing situation.
My right big toenail (of Janky Toe fame), finally decided to succumb to its mini marathon injury and fall off of my foot, never to be seen again after I buried it at the bottom of our bathroom waste basket.
Ugh, I am so gross. So gross I can't even wrap my brain around it sometimes. Good thing I met Clayton on a day when I was wearing sneakers, otherwise I would be a single gal forever, living in a dark apartment with nothing but my cats and toenail clippers for company.
After the mini marathon my toenail turned purple almost instantly, and I wasn't surprised. It was completely expected. Since the nail is already so fragile to begin with (thanks to my butterfingers when it comes to handling large metal bowls), running even a few miles can irritate it to the point of bruising. But this nail, this one was a trooper. The purple bruise eventually grew out and this nail looked like it was really going to go the distance. However, it started loosening a few months back, and last night when I pulled my feet up to my chest while sitting on the couch watching The Big Bang Theory, I saw that the nail was hanging on by barely a thread. In one quick, painless yank, the nail came right off and revealed a new nubbin (also destined to grow purple and fall off one day) growing in its place.
So, I won't be going out in public for another 3-6 months.
And if you want to stop reading my blog because of it, I completely understand.
Running is the culprit. My softball cleats are to blame, too. No matter what stride I use or how perfect my shoes fit, the basic movement of running aggravates that toe. But what I am supposed to do, stop running and playing softball? I told Clayton that he can either have a exciting, athletic wife with ugly feet, or he can have a boring, stagnant wife with 10 perfectly healthy toenails ... I was offended by how long he took to think about it.
Speaking of running, I had my one-year running anniversary on Friday! Exactly on year ago on Friday I started my training. In this past year I ran over 712 miles, lost 16+ pounds, ran 2 mini marathons, ran 2 5k races, and ran 1 7k race. I met a lot of cool, new runner friends and have had some of the most rewarding experiences of my life. Yes, running has given me more episodes of intestinal distress than I care to mention, but it has been an incredible year and I wouldn't change a thing about it. As silly as it sounds, running has help me grow as a person. I'm tougher both mentally and physically, and I seem to be adopting the obnoxious "can-do" attitude that I typically want to slap out of other people. Janky toe or not, I am charging forward!
Aside from my runniversary, this weekend as a whole was quite eventful. Friday night I made Clayton watch Disney's Oceans, a documentary that I rented for free because it's educational (However, I just got a call from the movie store saying the DVD is now overdue. If there is a way to pay for something that is free, I will find it.). There were lots of "aw!" moments as we watched a mommy walrus cuddle her baby, and then lots of shrieking (mostly from me) as we watched the spider crab migration in Australia.
Look at these images and try not to mess your pants: