I would like us all to take a moment and mourn for my poor toe nail. After a brave battle, it finally died and came completely off. Sniff. She was a good toe nail, but just couldn't withstand the beatings of marathon training. She will be greatly missed...and I will cry every time I paint my toenails...And yet, I totally miss running, and can't wait to get back to beating up my feet. It's a strange thing this running thing does to your mind. Strange indeed.