9 orange-polished toes & 1 nekkid toe saw the doctor. Yep, I went to a sports doc and all is well. While I was in his office, he started to freak me out with stories of his marathoner patients who have black/blue piggies & those with no toenails left. “Nooooooo!” I lightly screamed, with tagalog-movie style dramatics. I found some photos of marathon toenails I thought you might enjoy, hahaahah… For those faint of heart, bypass these links…I’m still trippen that some marathoners opt to pour acid into their toenail beds and permanently remove them and sport shirts that say “Toenails are for Sissies”. Gasp! What have I gotten myself into?
And the grossest link… A TOENAIL NECKLACE. WT**?
Onto cooler things, I ‘enthusiastically jogged’ 11 miles this past Saturday. The most I’ve done in my life. 11 miles is Pier 39 to UC Berkeley-ish. That would have been a better jog because at least I’d know where I was going. I did Heather Farms in Walnut Creek, which was cool because it was flat (the coaches had mercy on us this week). Afterwards I performed my first ICE BATH. This type of torture I’ve learned helps the muscle tears I made during my run heal faster. I’m sitting on the couch wondering if it helped at all because my body is all sorts of pain. My joints and muscles are still begging me to pick up the ukulele and learn songs to PLAY at the marathon runners in lieu of actually running it.
I’m at 13% of my marathon goal, so if you have $5 to donate to Leukemia & Lymphoma society, please visit my donation page:
Thank you again for your continued support and encouragement.
Especially to my Auntie May, my Auntie Monette fr San Diego, & my faveJMuir RN, Luong, my yotchRN Vanessa .. thank you!!!)
“Heart bubbles” to you all.
gem.
(that’s a shot out to the extraordinary dancer bootch, MissYing)
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