So here's what my toes look like after that marathon Sunday. See how black those two are? And a third one is kind of half-orange. I could have accomplished this by pounding my feet with a hammer in two, maybe three whacks. But instead, I decided it would be better to pound my feet into pavement for four hours and twenty-six miles.
Last year I lost one toenail on my other foot. This year, I'll lose two, maybe three.