Pretty gross, right? Yeah, I thought so too. Josh is all impressed now because he thinks I'm super hardcore because I knew my sock wasn't covering my ankle correctly and I kept going anyway (for 4 miles.... though it's a lot easier when you're going so slowly, though maybe not because it meant my ankle was rubbing for almost an hour).
Then Josh reminded me of one of the first picture texts I ever sent him, which was my leg after I had fallen over (trying to be funny), ripped my (favorite) jeans, and skinned myself so badly I was dripping blood. I was clearly not trying to impress anyone. True story.
