Goodbye, my beautiful toenails.
Perfectly shaped, naturally manicured, and attached to me since day one.
You survived childhood.
You survived bad shoes.
You even survived four years of running.
Honestly, I thought we'd grow old together.
I did my part.
I bought bigger shoes.
Trimmed you carefully.
Protected you like the precious little things you were.
But running, as it turns out, always asks for a sacrifice.
This time, it chose both of you.
You never signed up for marathons, trail runs, or ultras.
You simply happened to belong to someone who thought running ridiculous distances was a good idea.
Thank you for every finish line, every trail, every hill, and every kilometre.
Rest well, little soldiers.
May your replacements grow back just as pretty...
and may they never find out what an ultra marathon is.