Sep 25: On Missing A Toenail
September was a particularly interesting month. First, I had a toenail removed. I hadn’t planned to, but the pain had gotten unbearable. I'll spare the pictures. It's actually kinda gross. Literally two days later, my 9 toenails and I joined a Maulidur Rasul parade. I honestly have no idea why I agree to join these things. Perhaps it’s my way of punishing myself, trying to seem more relevant than I actually am. I hope they forget about me next year. I'm so terrible at saying no I'd probably volunteer to drive the bus for the contingent if they asked. A week later, I ran my first marathon (with 9.1 toenails). Just like my very first half-marathon, I naturally chose Ipoh to do my first marathon. I did alright up until KM30. Towards the end, though, while my mind and heart were very much willing to push on, my legs weren’t having it. I'm used to cramps but that's the first time my legs felt like they weren’t even mine. It took me an hour to finish the last 5...
