Long distance walking has taken its toll on my feet over the years. (Protip: If you see me running, something important is probably on fire.) I am simply not made for doing any sort of healthful activity. Back in May, I bruised three of my nail matrices, which later became so full of liquid that they burst. Imagine squishing a rotten tomato in your hands. It was just like that, only it was toes. It was likely the most disgusting thing to have happened to me, and, as someone who will eat anything at least once, that has to count for something.
It is now September, and I finally feel as though I have some semblance of toenail normalcy. Just in time for the 5K I agreed to do in two weeks. Because fuck toenails.