Well, that's disgusting...

I've never been what you might call a "girly girl."  I don't wear makeup, I consider running a  brush through my hair to be "styling" it, and I don't worry too much about what the latest fashion trends are.  I do, however, like to have pretty feet.  

I don't get pedicures because I'm crazy ticklish, but I do paint my toenails in the summer time because I live in flip flops/sandals and the toes must. look. presentable!  I used to have fairly cute feet:  

Actually, in this picture, the right one looks a little janky, but still.  You can see that the toes are normal looking, right?  A little pink sparkly nail polish, nothing wonky going on.  Perfectly presentable feet.  I think I took this picture last fall, when my running was kind of sporadic and light.  (Lest you think I'm even weirder than I already am, I had painted my daughter's toes, also, and that's why I was taking pictures - but for some reason I can't find the picture of my daughter's adorable feet!) 

Anyway.  What were we talking about?  Oh, right.  

A few weeks ago, I noticed that one of my toenails was starting to look odd.  I was hesitant to remove my nail polish, because I feared what I'd find.  Nothing hurt, but the nail was very obviously not in good health.   I finally bit the bullet last night, and took the polish off.  

Uh.... err..... YUCK!   Two black toenails!  I have runner's feet!  *sob*   

I love my feet.  They, along with my legs, have carried me over 600 miles since I started my running journey. I am very grateful to them, and I know that I am extremely lucky to have them.  But come on.  Ew.  Why do they have to be so funky? 

Have you ever had a black toenail (or any other running or fitness related weirdness)?