Fashion and beauty annoy me. I don’t have the time, inclination or money to keep up with trends, and I wouldn’t know if you do either. Color me clueless. When I was editor of Her Times magazine, I wanted to dump those categories of content altogether, but my boss would have none of that and would often remind me that I’m in the minority when it comes to not giving a flying rat’s a@#about fashion or makeup.
I do what I have to to get by — mascara, blush, lipstick, eyebrow waxing — but suffice to say, you aren’t going to find me getting pampered at any spa in town. Not my thing.
That said, I’m pretty religious about painting my toenails.
Who can guess why?
Tick, tock…tick, tock…tick, tock.
Ding-ding-ding….we have a winner.
Every runner knows that toenail polish is the perfect cover up missing nails. Ah, finally…one way in which fashion actually HELPS a woman out.
My husband who has to suffer through sandal season with blackened and/or missing toenails from his spring marathon, though he doesn’t seem to care. (Oh, to be a guy.) It kinds grosses me out, though.
I painted my nails the other day — a festive red with sparkles for Valentine’s Day — because I signed up for swim class and felt my feet had to look presentable (cause you know…you can really see them when they’re underwater all the time, right? See..beauty standards are stupid). Anyway…for the first time in months, perhaps years, I actually have all 10 toenails. Holla!
A full set. A real rarity for a distance runner, so I took a picture.
In reviewing my spring racing schedule, which includes, a 10K, three half marathons and a tough mudder in two months, it’s likely they won’t last for long.
Easy come, easy go.
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