I woke up this morning with a painful black toe.
Obviously, I must have run a marathon during my sleep. Where else would the black toe come from?
My last road half marathon was 3 months ago and yes, it ended with a black toe (big one, right foot). I don’t remember that it was hurting really, but it did look somewhat ugly. So I did what every girl runner does. I painted it with sparkly purple nail polish.
Yesterday, I decided to take off the nail polish to see what it looked like 3 months later! It still looked a tiny little bit bruised but not bad or ugly at all. And I forgot all about it.
At 2am I woke up with a painful toe (that was right after I completed my marathon in my sleep as you do). And it’s still hurting. Not sure if the 10-miler on Sunday caused the pain or taking the nail polish off.I kind of want to put nail polish right back on, hoping this will hide the pain…
Anyways, I guess that gives me a free pass today to skip the legs, bums and tums class and take a day of rest. I should feel bad about that, but somehow I don’t. Not even filled with guilt as tonight of course it’s Pancake Tuesday at my friend’s where I’ll carb and sugar load. Oops. 🙂
Happy Pancake Tuesday!