This is what my foot looked like on Christmas Eve. I guess two marathons in 7 days was too much for the poor guy. I lost this toenail in 2008 after the Goofy Challenge and I'm willing to bet that after running Dopey this year (Goofy Challege plus the 5K the day before) that toenail is going to be ready to disengage from my foot.
On December 29th I was out on a 12 miler. It was the first time I was running more than 8 miles in over 2 weeks. At mile 10 I twisted my left ankle (on some miniscule rock, no doubt), and fell flat on my face (or more accurately, flat on my collar bone -- realized I had a small cut there later). I popped back up and was running again almost before I even realized I had fallen. My handheld water bottle in my right hand broke most of my fall. At the time I was most concerned with the dirt-rash on my left palm and about my twisted ankle. But as I kept running I looked down and saw thick blood running down my right leg.
All I could think was, "Noooo!! Not the Balegas!!" I have to say, if you ever want to get your mind off of the pain of running at mile 11 when your poor body hasn't run much lately, just fall, bleed, and worry about if you can get home before the blood trail maims your favorite socks.
By the time I got home it had dried and cracked and wasn't nearly as gnarly looking. But I took a photo anyway. In the end, the cuts on my knee were so wimpy I'm pretty perturbed about how they bled so much.