Another One Bites the Dust!

Or, The Same One Bites the Dust - Again!
There is this lovely phenomena called "Runner's Toenails" or "Marathon Toenails"... essentially, over time, one or more toenails turn white or purple or black and then fall off completely, usually with the beginnings of a new nail already coming in.  It is pretty disgusting. 

In the pedicure capital of the world Miami, where open-toed shoes are the rule rather than the exception (even for work) I try to avoid this affliction like the plague.  I do everything I'm "supposed" to do... I wear my shoes at least a half size big with plenty of room in the toebox.  I wear ridiculously expensive the right kind of socks.  I keep my toenails unfashionably short. 

And yet, every year, once I hit 7-8 miles in my training runs, it happens.  The blister forms under the toenail that would be the equivalent to my "index finger" on my left foot.  I drain the blister in an effort to preserve the nail for as long as possible.  But, I know.  The nail will be history soon.  It is always the same nail.  It is the only nail.  But it happens EVERY year.

And this year, it happened earlier than I expected.  Goliath didn't leave me compeltely unscathed.  A little piece of me was left behind.  Farewell, Mr. Toenail.  You were loved.

The Workout
Today's workout was, you guessed it, Abs and Arms.  I should have taken advantage of the weekend and gone to the gym.  I had every intention of getting in an Ibis Express.  Life got in the way.  So while Blas and Christian were getting haircuts (Blas) and making a Target run (thank goodness it wasn't me on a rainy Sunday afternoon), I was home with a napping Connor and working on my, ahem, problem areas.  This time I concentrated on my lower abdominal muscles... for anyone who has had a Cesarean section like me, they are the LAST muscles to "come back" - if they ever come back!  I did 500 crunches with about half of them focused on the lower section.  For the arms portion, I did 3 sets of 8 "girl" push-ups, and 3 sets of 15 biceps curls, shoulder presses, and triceps extensions with the 9 lb. medicine ball.

The Diet
I pretty much ate like a pig this weekend.  I blame the horrendous cold I'm currently battling.  It is that "cough so hard you start to choke and your eyes water and you're not sure if you're going to throw up or not cold."  Feed a cold, starve a fever, right?!?  Blas, Christian and I all have it.  Connor does not.  I'm hoping it stays that way, but the Magic 8 Ball says, "Outlook Not So Good."  I'm looking forward to getting back on track with the diet and weight loss this week!

Happy training,
Kellee