One of the final bodily reminders of last Sunday’s marathon, besides the torn calf, is my sad black left ring finger toe’s toenail. Yes, it’s sad that it takes so many words to narrow down a body part, but it’s also sad to see it die.

I’m not sure what happened during the race, but before the toenail looked healthy and now it’s a dark grey that looks all shades of nasty.

I look at it and get sad. Poor toe, it just doesn’t look right and now I have accepted that this is a long goodbye.

Not a long toe, but a long farewell. A long, ugly toenail goodbye and I hate to say it, but “Toenail, if you’re gonna fall off, please do it soon. You just ain’t pretty to the eye.” And just between you and me, my toes were not lookers to start.