The GigaToenail has Fallen
OH MY GOD do you want to see a toenail so absolutely overgrown and destroyed by miles and miles of running that it looks like a fossil?
OBSERVE!
Yes, that is, in fact, a toenail. I can confirm it, as I just ripped it off the middle toe of my left foot.
FINALLY.
That’s the underside of it. The top side doesn’t look much better, trust me…though maybe it does look more like a fossil than the underside.
(Thumb for scale.)
Now I’m down to one – count ‘em, ONE – wonky toenail on my left foot. Once that one falls off, my left foot is going to look more normal than it has in years.
Wild.
GOODBYE BIG BOY
The big toenail on my left foot fell off.
I actually wasn’t expecting it to; it was all black and gross but not anywhere near as black and gross as the other toenails on that foot, so it was quite a surprise when I felt it flap away from my toe when I caught it on the carpet.
Wanna see it?
I know you don’t, but here it is anyway.
I’m keeping all of these, by the way.
For science.
My TOENAILS
So the toenails on my right foot are now starting to turn all black and gross and twisted. Will they get as bad as the toenails on my left foot?
Only time will tell!
Am I going to keep blogging about my insanely disgusting toes?
Only time will tell!
(Yes. Yes I will.)
What am I supposed to do with my toenails?
What are these?
What even are these?
Look at that middle one. It’s got layers.
D I S G U S T I N G.
PUT IT IN THE TOENAIL BAG!
So I lost another toenail today!
Look at this horror show:
Now my foot looks like this:
And I have a baggie dedicated to my old toenails, because I’m that kind of weirdo.
(Sorry, I know this is super gross.)
The Protector Vanishes
So as we all know, that gnarly monstrosity that was my middle toenail fell off about a week ago.
I was unaware of how much protection that toenail was giving the two adjacent toes, because now we have these three amigos:
And they all hurt like hell.
So who knows how this is all going to turn out.
BRO MY TOENAIL FELL OFF
Jesus Christ, FINALLY
Okay, so it didn’t actually fall off. I was putting my shoes back on after my run this morning and noticed that the toenail could basically bend all the way back while still attached to my toe by the cuticle. So I thought screw this nonsense and just started twisting it the way you’d twist a stem from an apple.
And it finally, FINALLY came off.
BEHOLD:
Look at that monstrosity. I’ve been carrying that around for…well, technically my whole life…but in monstrosity form, it’s been YEARS. Like, if you look at the “feet” tag on my blog (please don’t), you’ll see this bugger’s been giving me issues since like 2018.
Now I’m…I’m free.
I’m free.
Now I know how the genie in Aladdin felt.
I am DISGUSTING. This is DISGUSTING.
Remember those early 2000s (?) commercials for that toenail fungus medicine where the little animated fungus lifted up a toenail and crawled underneath?
Edit: LAMISIL! Yeah, this son of a bitch:
Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…my toenail can basically pull this same move now. OBSERVE!
THIS IS WHAT DISTANCE DOES TO YOU
I wasn’t planning on bringing this decrepit toenail into the new year and yet HERE WE ARE
What the hell is this?
What the hell is this?
Why is it still attached?
How is it still attached?
I’d set it free, but it’s SO SECURELY ON THERE that there’s no way.
And it’s too thick to trim, so…
UGH.
The Ongoing Saga of Claudia’s Toenail: An Update
So in a fit of jealous rage over my middle toe getting all the attention, my second toe decided to turn all black and blue for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER.
So now I’ve got this nonsense going on:
Party time.
The Ongoing Saga of Claudia’s Toenail
So remember when my years-blackened toenail decided to get some therapy to get over his issues and eventually found a way to shed the dead upper toenail layer in order to allow the healthy(-ish) toenail layer thrive from beneath?
Yeah, I accidentally rammed him into a weight a few nights ago and now he looks like this:
Life’s rough.
It’s Post Toe-matic Stress Disorder okay I’m done.
THE OUCH OF THE TOES
Me: You know what would be a fun addition to daily 15-mile walks?
Toes: Don’t say it.
Me: Replacing some of the miles with 13-mile runs!
Toes: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—
Yeah, they’re angry. I don’t blame them.
Haha, I love how every summer there are at least five blogs dedicated to how much I’ve brutalized my feet.
A Wrinkle in Foot
Today’s walk was COLD and SNOWY and WINDY and I have TRANSFORMED INTO WRINKLEFOOT.
That is all.
OOPS, THERE GOES MY TOENAIL
Remember back in July when I posted that picture of my wonky toenail? A reminder:
Well, today it finally fell off. Kinda.
I was walking earlier and felt something in my sock. This is not unusual; I’m always adopting little rock friends in my socks as I walk.
But when I got home and took off my shoes and socks, HEY LOOK, A TOENAIL!
Sorta.
The black toenail from the above picture just kind of held on to my toe while another better toenail grew beneath it. The black part is what finally fell off in my sock. Still have the good part, though.
(It’s super soft)
(Sorry, this is super gross)
END!
What Happens at Mile 30 Stays at Mile 30 (warning: gross feet pics)
Walking 30 miles takes quite a bit of time.
It also beats the hell out of my feet. Ready to see?
Gross callouses!
My feet have the consistency of a pumice stone.
I might lose my toenail.
This is the bottom of my foot after walking in the rain for a few hours.
Fun!
Sorry. I know it’s gross, but it’s what’s up with my life right now.
IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN
THE TIME FOR DISGUSTING FEET!
I have no freaking idea how my feet get so dirty. I mean, I get that I’m out walking for like 3+ hours, but it’s not like I’m walking on dusty paths. I’m on the sidewalks. Is Calgary really that dusty?
Oh well.
I won’t spam you with my nasty feets this summer, I promise.
Moscow Dust (Warning: Gross Feet)
I wear little ankle-high socks when I walk. That’s the only time I don’t mind short socks.
Anyway, I walked about 8 miles today and I had these nice little dust leggings by the time I got back home. I would have had to walk more than 20 miles to get the same dust build-up in Calgary.
Must be the dryness.
(Apologies for my gross legs; I didn’t have anything else to blog about today.)
(Also, I have the cankles of a god.)
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