How's the balls of your feet?

The pool was awesome but one cannot remain in a pool all day. My problem was that I had foolishly left my flip flops in the room which was about 30 yards away but 20 of those yards were cement...damn hot cement. I was sure that frying an egg would be no problem but I was more worried about getting back to my room without frying my feet.

Now, I know you're thinking, come on candy ass...get out of the pool go to your room. How tough is it to run across 20 yards of hot cement? Can't do that?...have someone go get your flip flops...ya big boob.

When I left my room the temperature in Palm Springs was 115 in the shade. I was half way though the hell hole of hot cement before I realized I was frying my feet. Stupid me chose to go on to the pool to cool the feet off. I never thought about getting back. Now it was 3 o'clock and probably 120 in the shade and I was the only one left at the pool.  The only idiot I should say.

I felt like a damn fisherman's bob...dunking my head under the water every other minute, trying to keep cool. I was sure the pool water was going to get hot enough to cook something. I hoped it wasn't me. Also, if you've ever spent some time around the sun and water you know it's a damned good place to get sunburned.

I decided I had three options.

One was to just do like I said you are thinking. Run like hell and hope I could still walk after I got across the cement.

Two was to scream like a baby, hoping someone would come to rescue me. But, that would be screaming  to the world how stupid I was.

Three was to take my trunks off and use them as a buffer to shuffle my naked ass across the cement.

I chose exactly what you said I should have done two hours earlier. I bit the bullet and dashed across the cement as fast as I could. I knew it would be worse if I hopped up and down trying not to touch the cement any more than I had to. I ran on the heels of my feet thinking that the dead skin would absorb the heat a little.

Wrong...the center of my heels was as soft and vulnerable as the balls of me feet. After a few steps I ended up trying to run on my the front of the feet.

The result?..I ended up with with 1st and 2nd degree burns on my toes and the balls of my feet.

I walked on my heels for about two days.

Now, every once in awhile, I will say to someone..."How's the balls of your feet?"

Maybe that's why some people swear that I'm a little on the nutty side. No I don't explain. I have too much fun watching their expression when they hear the question.

When's the last time someone asked you.."How's the balls of your feet?"

You see...other people don't give a damn...but me...I'm a caring person.

gsbatty...ellipsising and aposiopesising across the world of blogging like a nut hopping on hot cement.

Written for "Theme Thursday"...heat