I’ve been reading Born to Run before bed each night. I’ve really enjoyed reading about the Tarahumara Indians before I drift off to sleep, helping me effortlessly glide through canyons and across mountains as I run in my dreams.
Though I have no intention of giving up my cushioned shoes for good, I did feel that some of the stories shared in the book did make me feel compelled to at least leave the shoes behind and do a little bit of “foot strengthening” barefoot runs in the neighborhood each week. I live in a fairly new subdivision with smooth asphalt roads, so I figured “Why not try it out?” –just a little bit so as not to overwhelm my feet.
My children giggled as I headed out the door without my shoes on. Being children, they probably think it’s actually sillier for Mommy to normally wear shoes since they spend tons of time running in the yard barefoot. I remember being their age. I’d run at recess. Race at recess, actually! It was a lot of fun to feel the cool grass between my toes. I may have to head over to the nearby college next time and try it on the grass for old times sake!
I ran laps around my block, my children waving and laughing from the top of our playground fort in the backyard as I went by each time. It was fun! I had to dodge the postal worker truck and felt the sting of a few pebbles, but overall it was fine. I was a bit faster without my clunky, cushioning shoes, but I could also feel the muscles working a bit harder than usual in my feet. That’s why I kept it at just one mile. I think I might do this a couple times a week as a strength exercise for my feet. I think it could do some good and might just bring back some childhood memories of being a pretty fast sixth grader who could even outrun most of the boys. Ahhh.. those were the days!
I’m sure the neighbors were wondering what the heck I was doing out there running about in my naked feet. I like to keep them guessing about my sanity!
Stats: 1 mile. Pace: 9:35. Felt: Good. HR ave: 136. Max HR: 167.