Ooh…it sounds so ominous! OK, it really isn’t a knife. More like a big pair of scissors and a pair of pliers.
Ever since I was a senior in high school I’ve been dealing with ingrown toenails. It’s just become one of those things I’ve learned to deal with on my own.
After completing the Portland marathon I took a week off. Went out for what I call a rust knocker of a run the following Saturday and felt good. Hit the road again on Tuesday and still felt good. But I had started noticing that one of my toes was starting to get a little uncomfortable. I grabbed my usual tools and went to work. Without going into too man gory details, let’s just say it didn’t go as well as planned. Not only did I create quite a mess, I didn’t get all of the nail out.
I found myself hobbling around for the next 5 days before I got so pissed that I grabbed some bigger tools and went back in for a second crack. Got that little bastard this time! Immediate relief from the pain. So much relief that I was back out running the next day. Got in runs three of the next four days.
Before I “fixed” it the second time, at the urging of my wife and my trainer, I made an appointment to see my doctor and finally have the nails removed. As good as I have been feeling the last week I gave serious thought to cancelling the appointment. But I’m going to go through with it and just get it done. Then I won’t have to worry about it anymore.
So, tomorrow at 2:30 I will be putting my life…ok, my toes, in the hopefully capable hands of a doctor who will finally put an end to my ingrown toenail problems. I’m expecting a pretty quick recovery, guessing 3-5 days. My plan is to finally start my winter training next Monday. It’s only two weeks later than planned but feels like a lifetime. If you don’t hear from me by Thursday, please send flowers.