Long story, short: My heels are as thick as hooves.
So, as any grosso would, I pick at the layers of dead skin as I mindlessly watch tv in the evenings. Turns out, I dug a little Grand Canyon in my right heel and now it's killing me, Smalls.
The irony here is that now I REALLY can't go get a pedicure so they can take that cheese grater thingy to my heels to slough off the thick calluses because anyone with a forebrain knows you can't get a pedicure with an open lesion. That's just asking for an infection.
So, I'm dutifully applying Neosporin and limping around on it.
Of course, it hasn't kept me from streaking: Unless that foot falls off, I'm still running.