No News is Good News (and Toenails)

I arrived at The Fitness Station this morning at 6:05. There was actually someone on duty at the front desk but I decided not to say something about the TVs.

However, after being subjected for 55 minutes to repeated stories of someone who was beaten to death with a hammer, someone who shot multiple people at a school, teenagers who were supplied with alcohol and who later died in a car crash, and the dilapidated state of Syracuse schools (never mind the gazillion commercials and weather forecasts) I have decided that, should I ever see someone working there again, I am going to see if the TVs could be turned off, or at least turned down. Watching the news is just about the worse way I can think of to start the day.

My foot is starting to feel better but I am worried about one of my toenails. The first two toenails on my right foot have turned whitish, separated from the nailbed and are sure to fall off at some point. If you press down on them, stuff squooshes out. Here they are:


But the toe on my left foot is still very purple, is raised and bumpy, has not separated from the nailbed and it looks like a new toenail is starting to grow over the old one. I have heard that sometimes the old toenail has to be pulled out, like George Clooney's fingernails in Syriana. I am hoping this is not the case. Here it is:


Two days of rest now and then the Jefferson Hospital Philadelphia Distance Run on Sunday. Maybe when I pick up my number on Saturday at the Expo, there will be someone I can ask about my toenail.