This is a burnt foot. It is mine. I'm not going to bang on about my barefooted misdemeanours apart from to say Ive learnt not to run on boiling tarmac!
More interestingly for anyone remotely paying attention to these rants is the selective evolution occurring past and currently in our urbanisation.
Bare feet in all mammals, and I suppose creatures, were designed for locomotion. But not to carry us across tarmac, to carry us across undulating and less compacted surfaces like dirt packed ground and grass. Even rock surface seems more forgiving to the barefoot than the tarmac on a blistering day, its covered in nooks and crannies offering ridged foothold and little bits of shade...and its not black like tarmac sucking up all that heat.
So we have shoes and so we evolve like our paths of transit.
But I went running with Pepe...he was also shoe less, as he often is!
And I thought how many hundreds of miles must we have run together over hot tarmac historically and I have not given his poor little foot pads a second thought through my shod and so cushioned view....I'm glad I burnt my feet.....as the invisible inscriber would say "I learn best when there is pain within the teaching"
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