Ouch X 3!

Well, I've got a busted toe.  I can't say something cool like while I was running, a cougar jumped out of the bushes and slashed my foot.  Nope.  I simply knocked a can of spray-paint off a shelf from 5 feet above the ground and it promptly fell just right to land on my toe and crack the nail down  the center.  It pretty much hurt like a heck and I'm sure I said some pretty choice words moments after it happened.  

It happened 4 days ago, and I've run on it twice.  It really doesn't hurt to run.  It feels kind of like a rock in your shoe for the first 5 minutes or so, and then it is pretty easy to ignore for the rest of the run.  

But the real problem is not running.  It's when I am home and take the shoes off.  So far, I've wacked it trying to step over my wife's shoe and slammed it right into a kid's toy sitting on the floor.  At this rate, it will probably heal in about 6 months...

Well, I'll still be running - have to get in the miles so I can make sure to finish the marathon in December.  Just wish I had some Wolverine healing powers to make all the obstacles around my house a little less dire.