I’ve always been baffled by the way long distance runners fetishise the weird stuff running does to your body: the blisters, the chafing, the toenails turning black...
But when I peeled off my socks after Saturday’s 10-miler, and found my very first tiny blood blister, my very own subungual haematoma, clinging to my middle toe like a baby slug... well, I haven’t gone completely mad. I felt a normal, appropriate amount of disgust. Honest. But a small part of me is secretly pleased. My black toe is a result of all the hard work I’ve been putting in; clear, revolting proof that I really am logging the miles.
Still, I want a marathon medal for a souvenir, not a row of discoloured, misshapen digits. Cue a call to specialist podiatrist, Sajjad Afzal of the London Clinic. He advised:
So there you go, some sensible tips on how to make sure my first haematoma is also my last. So long, slugs.
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