Fried Sole

I went for a run yesterday during lunch. It was in the mid 80's and the sun was high and hot. After passing the INB Performing Arts Center I took my shoes off and continued east on the Centennial trail. That lasted until I got to the Hamilton Street Bridge. The asphalt was cooking my feet. And the metal flooring of the Don Kardong Bridge was like a preheated frying pan ready for the olive oil. I felt like I was the first man to land on the sun.

So I'm seriously thinking about Geoff's suggestion.