Sunday, 11 March 2012

A quarter of a mile

Ran to the end of the road and back this morning, barefoot.  Went out early (with hangover in tow).  I'm still trying to overcome my obsessive fear of being spotted.

Was seen by a fellow runner having a sneaky smoke at his front door though, so I made some banal comment about not having any trainers, and then a minute later made another one on my return!

Three and a half minutes of barefoot in total.

The pavement is essentially smooth but with a sprinkling of gravel stones here and there, so a few spikes to contend with.  I concentrated on relaxing, keeping a fast cadence and relaxing again.  It seemed to work - a few sharp ouches, but nothing that bothered me too much.

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