If you’ve read my blog much (and you probably haven’t) then you know I’ve been running strictly barefoot for all year, except for mud runs.  Something about climbing a rope net barefoot intimidates me, though at the last one I went to there were a few people who did so maybe I’ll give it a go the next time. (sorry, squirrel)

Anyways, while I mostly run in the neighborhood I also occasionally run in the woods across the way and I have never yet hurt my feet.  Something about knowing I don’t want to step on a snake or bug seems to just make me more aware of where I’m putting my feet.  The funny thing is that I still space out and don’t consciously look where I’m going fairly often – but something subconscious seems to be paying attention because I DO pass freakishly close to the occasional snake, bug or oil spot but always jump over them.

Tonight I ended up running on the treadmill because I hate running outside when it’s not dark and I felt like running early.  As a matter of fact, all day today I couldn’t wait to run tonight.  So, I got started and it was horrible.  My right calf hurt, which it never does. I got really hot really quick, I got tired, I quit at about a mile because my stupid calf was just feeling weirdly not right.

I got off the treadmill and went to the kitchen to make a drink (vodka and grapefruit juice DOES cure all ills you know) and I realized my toe was hurting. Bad.  Why? Because I had a loooong splinter in it.  That I got running inside on a treadmill.  WTF?

Does it ever feel to anyone else like life is a series of jokes?

My sister and I have been talking about meeting early Saturday mornings to run on the beach for months now. It has to be silly early, because she has 2 year old twins and we have to be back before they wake up. Yes, there are other people there to watch them if we weren’t back in time, but you know moms are the ones who have to be up with the young ‘uns.

We finally made it out this Saturday, and I am totally hooked. There wasn’t as much soft sand as I had hoped for, but I wouldn’t have been able to run very far if there had been! The little bit of dry sand there was kicked my butt, as expected. But it was really fun to alternate between running on the road, wet sand, dry sand, and trails all in one morning.

An invitation to Run!

We even saw a few dolphins though of course they split when I pulled out my camera. Maybe next time…

I was a bit surprised that I was the only one running barefoot there considering a lot of it was beach; I’m beginning to feel like the only barefoot runner in the entire state of Florida. Thank goodness for online groups!

Since I ran so early, which I never do, Sunday I kept feeling like it should have been a run day. All day long I felt like I was cheating.

We’re not going next Saturday because we have the Mud Endeavor City Lights run that night, but after that this will be a definite habit. I wanted to go again the next day! Running like that makes for sore ankles though, and once a week is probably plenty to start. I’m already jonesing for the next time though. Life is good when you have things to look forward to!

So I’ve been at my new job about a month now.  I get off work at 5 EVERY DAY and I’m home by 5:40 if I  drive slow.  Um, ya I’m still thrilled.  I never used to be home before 6:30 and that was the one week a month I didn’t have to work a later shift. 

What difference does it make?  Well, I can do laundry and other fun stuff during the week and leave more of my weekends to feel like weekends.  That alone is pretty nice.  Today I actually took the dogs to the woods across the way for a walk, came home and ate dinner, and it’s still light out.  Craziness!

I used to run the trails over there barefoot when I first started the barefoot running thing, but since I’ve seen signs over there for wild hog hunts and someone on Facebook posted a picture of a very, very large cat in that park.  Now I get freaked out when I hear a lizard crawling through the leaves over there. One bad thing about running barefoot (besides the occasional stepping in yuck) is I feel a bit more vulnerable. What am I going to do, kick something attacking me with my bare foot?  Great, I’ll break a toe but at least it won’t matter because some rabid beast will be eating my leg anyway.

I’ve recently realized that since I started running barefoot in January I’ve worn shoes a lot less in general.  I’ve always been one to wear shoes to work that I can kick off under my desk but these days I rarely even wear them when I go visiting the family.  I tend to take them off when walking in the rain because water makes my sandals slippery. And honestly, that makes perfect sense to do, but I never used to, I’d slip around on my shoes all night instead.

It makes me kind of wonder.  Why do people not do the sensible?  It’s sometimes a bit embarrassing to walk around barefoot in public (bar hopping lets you get away with it though) just because no one else is.  I have no desire to make any kind of statement but if it’s more comfortable and easier, why not?

The biggest thing I wonder is if other people who run barefoot find themselves wearing their shoes less and less?

So, I haven’t run since I wrote No More Excuses.  On the plus side I DID say it would be a couple of weeks before I got into my new schedule.  On the bad side, really? An entire month without running? 

I do have good excuses though. I was out of town for a week and that gave me a reason not to bother running until I got back (2 weeks down). By the time I got back my ulcerative colitis started acting up. Still is actually – you’ll have to trust me – that’ll keep you from wanting to go running by itself. But to be honest I’m not that sick, it’s nothing but an excuse at this point.  

Today is National Running Day.  I don’t know why or even what that means.  However, it sounds impressive!  So I decide that the least I could do was go run 1 slow mile.  So I did. Hmmm, amazing what happens when you try.

My mile wasn’t fast and it wasn’t amazing. Garmin says my pace was a 13:07 mile which is slow enough that I should probably be embarrassed to even say it in public. But I’m not. Because somewhere on the way I found my motivation.  I remembered that I actually like running and that it makes me feel great.

And if that wasn’t enough?

I finished my mile and started walking home thinking I may have to do a mile again tomorrow instead of waiting a day and running further.  I was feeling very good but a still little upset with myself that I hadn’t run in so long and that I wasn’t running 10 miles by now. After all, if I’d been running steady since the first day I ever started running I’d be running ultras by now.

As I was walking home I passed 2 guys who asked me if I was really running barefoot.  Um, yes.  They were tough looking guys but they told me I must be made of steel to be running barefoot.  Um, me?  There isn’t a steel or tough bone in my body.  But it certainly felt good to have some one mistakenly think so! As if I wasn’t motivated enough after running that reminded me that running can be all about perception.  I was embarrassed to only run a mile and these guys thought I was somehow tough for running at all barefoot.

All in all it was a funny, motivating night and I think it was more than enough to get me back on the running wagon.  Too bad I can’t run with a six pack of beer or I’d run it over to that house and celebrate my next mile with them!

I had a pretty great weekend, and I’m finally feeling like I may be able to start running again. Taking it easy and not setting goals so I don’t over do things is a great idea, but it’s also a lot harder than it sounds. I want a goal!  But at the moment I’m still trying to keep with taking it easy since I do still have a minimal amount of pain in my hip after a run.  But it’s minimal!

Saturday I went for a hike on the trails around the lake near my house, it was almost an hour of barefoot hiking and it was pretty fun.  I went with a bunch of family.  I’m pretty sure they were just spiting me when they announced they had lost the trail and just cut through the woods.  Evil? I think so.

Sunday I went for my first mile run in the neighborhood.  It felt great to finally do a run that was actually measurable.  Granted it was only a mile, but it works for me.  So for this week my goal is to run a mile every other night.  I’ve heard so much about how people over do barefoot running and get stress fractures that I’m a little paranoid to add much distance at a time, and really a mile is a huge jump in itself.

I used to run with my iPod, setting a distance goal and agonizing over how slow I run.  I actually lost said iPod, so I am being forced to ignore all of that and it’s actually pretty fun!  So far I don’t miss the music but I probably will get something to replace it. I’d especially like to try the music apps to help with cadence.

I’d really like a GPS so I can go running or hiking on the trails without worrying about getting lost that also tracks pace and plays music.  Oh, and I also want it to be cheep. So far I haven’t even seen a GPS that plays music but who knows maybe I’ll find the perfect gadget if I keep looking…

Any suggestions?

I can finally start running again in two days, Saturday.  Considering the sad fact that the longest I’ve ever run was 3.5 miles and really just 3 miles on my long runs about killed me I figure I’m pretty much starting from scratch again.  Which I’m actually OK with, that just means that every step is an improvement over today. And it means I can try something new without worrying about backtracking.

I’ve been reading lots about getting started running barefoot, and just like ever other subject the information out there varies from several web sites content being word for word the same (I always wonder where on earth the original content comes from when this happens) to totally contradicting information.

A lot of sites recommend starting with just 200 feet per run the first week.  That sounded great until I looked it up and found there are 5280 feet in a mile.  So they are saying I can run down the driveway and be done?  I understand that you are supposed to start easy but geez, I’d like to actually start.

So I pulled up Mapmyrun.com to see just how far 200 feet is, and just how far a quarter mile is since that’s what I intend to start off with, and I want to see what the difference is.  It doesn’t show feet so I still insist I’d be done with 200 feet before I left my yard.  But it does show a quarter of a mile is about to my parents house, which is about that far up my street. 

So there you go, I have my first goal.  A quarter mile barefoot run Saturday, and if I feel great I’ll do it again on Sunday.  I have my Fila minimal shoes I’ll have to wear on weeknights I run, I’m not home when it’s light out on weekdays (thank you, daylight savings time) and I’m not risking stepping on a snake/frog/giant beetle/whatever in the dark.

I think this will be great fun.  I go everywhere I can barefoot now, and if I have to wear shoes it’s pretty much always sandals so the only worry I have is my stupid hip.  Oh and the fact that my sister says I’ll get worms if I run outside barefoot, my coworker says my knees will be useless within 5 years, and my mom just thinks it’s gross.

Lucky I’m used to it, if people I know started telling me now that my super-great ideas are super-great  at this point I’d be very suspicious.  When will they learn???