Today is my one year running anniversary. I began a new life, my running life, on August 13, 2009. I remember it well. I ran 2.5 miles through the streets of Cuyahoga Falls, with walking spells every half mile or so. As I progressed, I decided to only walk "that one block" and to run at least 3 or 4 blocks. It didn't take long to get the walking spells down to 2 or 3 blocks per run. Pepper ran with me from the beginning. However, last year was not as hot as this, and we were able to run together always. I have left her at home for the last few runs because of the heat.
Today's run was 5.6 miles past the clocktower and Rockin' on the River; from there on to the Glens trail, then city streets to State, to Broad and back home. It was a satisfying run with sweat, blood and cheers - a few teenage girls were impressed with my svelte physique and naked feet and couldn't hold back the appraise. OK, so maybe some of that is in my head?
When I began, one year ago, it was without shoes and the idea, planted by Christoper McDougall, that if we were born to do this, I had better get to it. Today I am so much better off than the day before I started. Like many, I had "run" before. As part of my high school hockey team, we went out for 2 mile runs, on occasion, before the season started. I "hated" every minute. Today, I consider running fun.
I consider barefoot running essential. I bought my vff's in December and used them mostly for that month and the following January and February, with a few bf winter runs sprinkled in. I do like the Snow. Otherwise, all of my running is barefoot. I try to do most things outside of running barefoot as well. I get told off by the "establishment" on occasion, and usually argue the merits of a barefoot lifestyle with them, or just let it slide and get out of there with my beer.
On to the Blood!
Today's run was also fret with injuries. I smashed my left big toe on a rock on Glens Trail, then dragged the same on on the sidewalk on State Road. These two injuries got the juices flowing. Then I dragged my right big toe on the Broad Street Sidewalk, but it was only a scrape and no blood. I think both Barefoot Josh and Viper are playing Opposum (see picture above) and aren't actually hurt. Since they have shown no proof, I believe they are only trying to psyche out their potential competitors, lulling them into a sense of confidence with stories of broken toes. So, here is my gory photo of the day:
No one can say I'm faking it! This stuff ain't always easy or pain free. But I'll take this pain any day over the pain of a heart attack.