One more step

TL;DR: Dai has a barefoot adventure

Being barefoot brings burden. You have to set your own rules. Some are die-hard – never a shoe in sight of sole. Never compromise. But that’s not my way. I wear my naked feet when I feel it’s okay. By default my choice is to be shoeless. But some things require footwear: football, cricket, tennis, uniforms. It would be misrepresentative not to expose my wrestle with pushing to be footloose everywhere I go. But there are expectations to meet. I am not the type to live beyond the influence of social expectation. Continue reading “One more step”

One more step

Going Barefoot Presentation

This evening, I am doing a presentation at school all about going barefoot. This post provides links to resources I will use in the talk, and a few more that might be of interest. If you are thinking about going barefoot, I thoroughly recommend taking it slowly and reading/watching the media in this post, but also pursuing your own search for other advice by barefooters much more experienced than I am.

Feeling Nervous

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Going Barefoot Presentation

Eleven miles barefoot

On Friday I received a pair of huarache running sandals for my birthday.

my new running sandals
my new running sandals

So, on Saturday I punched a toe hole in them, tied them up marathon style and went for a test run up to school and back to collect my livescribe pen. Only one and a half miles. My feet were cold for the first mile but otherwise it was all good. The sandals are really comfortable. It felt a little vulnerable and exposed – and odd seeing my naked feet on the pavement. I’m not convinced I tied the sandals very well and I’ll be experimenting with them until I get it just right; the thong lace was a bit tight I think. Continue reading “Eleven miles barefoot”

Eleven miles barefoot

Barefoot: Born to Run

Yesterday – bedecked in fivefingers and comedy running leggings I bought years ago and my NUFC top – I ran further barefoot than ever before. 8.1 miles round my local park. As with last week, I ran the first two miles at an aspirational pace of about 8mph – 8 minute miles. Not a great speed by many people’s standards but good for me. After the two miles I let my body decide on pace. The feeling of tirelessness – being born to run – came again despite having been full of cold all week. Continue reading “Barefoot: Born to Run”

Barefoot: Born to Run