Photographic Evidence

On the course...

...and at the finish!

Did I hear someone say, 'Portland'?

It is done

I am stiff, but on the mend.
Thanks, you all.
I wouldn't have done it without you.

Over in the meadow

Over in the meadow where they jog more and more
Was a sleek Mama runner and her little runners four
"Taper!" said the Mama
"We taper!" said the four
And so they tapered all day
And quit jogging more and more

Taper, bitches.

So this taper thing is kind of freaking me out. Because there just isn't much running left between now and the marathon and I'M NOT SURE I'M READY. Interestingly, or not, this has not inspired me to run more, or even as much as is prescribed. Nope. Just to freak out. A little. Maybe. Whatever.

What about you? Are you ready?

I will spare you the photographic evidence

because this is a PG-13 kind of blog, and I'm not saying it rivals the black toe of death, but I have an enormous, jewel-toned, formerly fluid-filled, but now curiously flat pustule on the side of my left foot. The beast seems to reside partly under the calloused pad of the ball of my foot, but has escaped to find freedom near my instep. It is very strange. Very strange indeed. It doesn't hurt though, so I've got that going for me. Which is nice.

The Black Toe

Step 1: Toe nail mysteriously turns completely black
Step 2: Toe nail falls off
Step 3: I dunno, but I cannot wait to find out
I am currently approaching completion of Step 2. The Black Toe is soooooo much a cooler running battle wound than chafing.