Skip ahead twenty minutes.
I am now back on my couch with my feet on wet washcloths remembering the summers of skipping across the parking lot to the pool because pavement reaches a sultry 125 degrees when left out in the Florida sun. This experience once again revived my desire to get a pair of the Vibram's Five Finger shoes. Call me a wimp, sure, but unfortunately my school required us to wear shoes so we were unable to develop our own leather soles on our feet.
I guess for now I'll just stick with the shoes, or maybe find a nice patch of grass to go barefoot on for a while. I can probably deal with the allergies better than the blistering heat.