Misery Loves Company

I think I've almost convinced Kati to run the Shamrock with me. Either that, or I just convinced her to spend a lot on running gear. You know that old saying "Misery loves company"? Well, apparently I'm misery. Tomorrow begins official day one of the training regimen (the last week or so has just been "getting back into running"). This week calls for 9 miles during the week and 4 miles on the weekend. Yup, we're running on Christmas. Best.Runners.Ever. I'm actually a bit excited to officially get going on this!

In other fun and exciting health news, I managed to almost cut my finger off yesterday. It was bound to happen - we got fantastic new Henkel knives for our wedding and they are SHARP. I was cutting some cheese yesterday for a pasta salad (haha... cutting the cheese... haha!) and the knife slipped, catching my thumb. For a split second it didn't hurt or bleed, so I thought I was safe. Fortunately for my cooking, but unfortunately for my finger, they are surgeon scalpel sharp and it sliced right into my thumb. I even managed to cut through half of my fingernail. Mike was fantastic - calm as a good paramedic should be. I'm a typical EMT - great with everyone's blood but my own. I'm laying on the sofa, feeling clammy and I yell "even my feet are sweating"! So, being the best husband and paramedic in the world, Mike takes my socks off.

For those of you who love a little gore on a chilly December evening, here's a pic from tonight:

The First Cut Is The Deepest

Let me first tell you that yes, I have awful nails right now. I'm still growing them out from having the fake ones at my wedding. Secondly, yes, it hurts like a mother. You never really know how much you use your left thumb until you have a cut on it. Thirdly, yes, if I push down with it, the nail separates. Gross, I know. I'm trying to figure out if the tip will fall off before I catch it on something and accidentally rip it off.

Sweet dreams, my friends, sweet dreams.