I snapped this picture just after climbing a steep trail up to a waterfall naturally paved with very pointy rocks. I wanted to challenge myself as hiking the .5 miles was not nearly manly enough. Hoping that the two weeks of searing the bottoms of my feet on my apartment complex's new volleyball sand had calloused them enough, I felt confident that I would succeed. And I did! After a lot of chanting:
"I am at one with nature, I am at one with the rocks. The rocks do not hurt me. My feet and the rocks are one." And so on.
These are the legs of a dullard who doesn't know when to quit playing in a grassy field swarming with mosquitoes. I've captured both sides of each leg for your viewing pleasure [read: schadenfreude]. Fortunately, my legs stopped itching after the third day.
I feel your pain. The same thing happened to me doing yard work with a friend while preparing her deck area for a wedding reception. I still have a scar near my ankle from one bite and that was 5 weeks ago!
ReplyDeleteThose legs look horrible! Can't believe you did the whole hike barefoot. You crazy, man!
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