From pretty to pretty ugly.

Three years ago when I started all this running/triathlon business...

I thought my feet were the only nice thing I had on me.

I loved sandal weather.

I wasn't worried to take my shoes and socks off.

Baring my feet at the beach wasn't scary at all.

Now....

after the hours in chlorinated water swimming lanes,

and hours of pounding gravel and pavement in my numerous pairs of runners,

and cycling in bare feet inside my fancy clip~less pedal shoes?

Those feet are gone.

I used to cringe when people posted pics up of their battered feet and toes. And cover my ears in disgust when they relayed the gruesome details about foot information after a run.

Missing toenails, callouses, strange shaped toes and blisters....

It was all just wrong.

Now...I'm turning into "one of those people".

I don't think my own feet will ever be the same.

Funny thing is....I don't even care.

I go back to the saying....

"It doesn't matter what something looks like, it's what's inside that counts."

True.

I finally figured out that the pride I have in my pretty-ugly-now-feet comes from what they can do for me.

And I think that this summer....regardless of the 3 missing toenails and strange bumps...I'll still flaunt my feet at the beach.

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Being thankful for the Feet that Have a Purpose and serve me well.

Much better than being pretty;)