Sigh. I just finished today’s run, which was harder than I’d have liked, mostly because of the vast quantities of beer and ice cream I consumed yesterday in celebration of my official entry into the ranks of the real-estate-owning bourgeoisie. But I slogged through, only to discover that the slogging was more literal than metaphorical — I took off my left shoe, post-run, to discover a sock full of blood.
I’ve got that one toenail that’s never been “normal,” that always struck me as looking somewhat deformed, and that has caused several pedicurists varying degrees of concern. But it’s never really given me any trouble. Just mild disgust.
Except now it’s bleeding like crazy. But from where, I can’t tell. This has produced enough curiosity in me that I felt like I had to let the Internet in on it. I’m filled with questions, like, it’s not that I cut the toenail too short or something, because I last cut it nearly a week ago, and since then have done a two-mile, an eight-mile, a three-mile, a six-mile, and now a four-mile run, so why the bleeding today? And does this mean I’m going to lose the toenail? And if I do, will it grow back deformed again, or could I actually get a normal toenail out of the deal?
And why is it that I can have so much intellectual curiosity about my bloody toenail and yet have such a hard time finishing an article that I’ve actually been looking forward to writing?