Three weeks ago, I ran the Twin Cities Marathon. In victory, I looked like this…

Well, I also felt great in that it was my first marathon where I finished without any blisters. Hooray!
Problem is that my left ring toe was not happy. No blisters, but the toenail went black. I mean all black. Nasty shade of black. Now, I warn you that what you will see next is a photo of my toes. Toes alone are not attractive and these are extra gross, because they show one messed up toenail. I’m sorry…

Well, there you have it. A little marathon reminder. I certainly liked the finisher’s medal more, but I am relieved that my toe has agreed not to leave the bodily union. Rather, it is hanging in there, regardless of its shade.