My second toenail, the one that got messed up at the half yesterday, is now oozing clear fluid from under the nail. There must have been a blister on the nailbed. I predict the nail will fall off by the end of the week. It's pretty gross.
In case you were wondering. (I did refrain from posting pictures.)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"