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Blistering Barnacles!Blistering Barnacles!

If there's one thing that I can say I truly hate with a passion, then that thing would probably be blisters. You know, those fluid-filld sacks of skin on a patch of your body after too much friction. Or, if you're an idiot, after pouring hot water on yourself on purpose.




I'm prone to feet blisters. What with the amount of walking I do everyday, it's a wonder that I don't have more of these sacks on the soles of my feet. I walk roughly around four miles in under an hour per day, and since I easily eat through any footwear that I own by doing so, I walk using unbelievably comfortable Crocs.

But Martin, aren't Crocs actually bad for walking? Yes, yes they are. This is why I usually take pains to pad my feet with a couple of thick socks before I go burn some pavement.

Of course, I write this now because have this whopper of a blister enveloping the greater part of my left leg's upper sole. How did this happen? Well, it's simple: it has been raining for the past few days, and Crocs make for very lousy rainwalking gear. So I've been wearing these old high-cut leather steel-toed shoes whenever there's rain out. These puppies have amazingtraction, and I've hardly slipped on any slippery surface while wearing them.

Of course, the trade-off is that not only are these shoes heavier to lug around, they're also, well, old. The shoes have holes in the leather that only industrial plastic sewing machines can fix. I don't mind these, but because of the holes, water easily gets inside the shoes when I have to wade through puddles.

Long story short: when the shoe and the socks are all sloshy and shit, there's more friction. And thus, my big-ass blister.

To say that it's massive is an understatement. To say that it makes the act of walking a daily Godforsaken minefield of pain is - well, that's pretty apt, actually.

At times like these, I'm glad that I find it extremely difficult to motivate myself to walk during weekends. And the presence of a walking impediment gives me additional reason to stay put and watch the Burn Notice episodes I've got sitting around in my laptop. So let me go and do that now, while I leave you guys slack-jawed in the rather graphic description of my foot injury.

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