Above: Sir tiger, digitized and printed.
Below: I apologize for the graphic nature of this photo, but it's the little photo journalist inside me screaming out to capture even the ugly stuff... I've been obsessively into running for the past 11 years of my life. It's as essential to my being as eating and sleeping. It's my savior in so many ways, but with it come a few trade-offs. Among them is the fact that I rarely have a full set of toenails. And below is what it looks like when one inevitably needs to get pulled off. I have a weird sense of pride when this happens. I can't quite explain it. Losing one's toenails is certainly not a positive thing, but it is, in a sense, a physical manifestation of some deeper accomplishment. And I love that.
(Or maybe I can just chalk it up to being a masochist.)