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)?
