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.
You and my mother should compare notes on flesh wounds on your feet. She picks at them too.
ReplyDeleteOuch! Keep it (the wound) clean, yo! I also appreciate the lack of photographic evidence.
ReplyDeleteI'm terrified to get mani/pedis... so I do my own, and it looks... meh. Although, I could really use one... I've got thickened areas all over, and probably not from running... but from high heels.