Here’s the shot of Scott and I at the finish at the Inside-Out Classic 1/2 this weekend. I had tossed a water cup over my head at the next to last water station, but I felt soaked to the bone even before that. This summer is going to be a hoot.

Removed photo until I can upload our own .

I notice my daughter looking at my toes. They’re particularly gnarly recently. My left big toe alone sports three independent blisters including one on the interior that’s fantastic in both size and color. Its nail is cut roughly diagonally as it’s half dead. Two of my other nails on that foot are a fascinating shade of purple. The right foot is currently faring better with a mere half-lifted remnant nail over a nail bud on the pointer toe. I’m sure they’re a sight.

“Oh don’t look at my ugly toes,” I said.

“They’re not ugly, daddy.”

“Look at mommy’s toes, they’re much prettier.”

“But hers are just pink. Yours are all sorts of colors.”

Indeed they are.