run mostly walk was cut short the morning due to my pathetic excuse for footwear. I’ve recently learned that I am a “supinator”
No, no. It’s not a bad thing, just means I tend to walk on the outside edge of my feet. Since the sneakers have no lateral support and are rather elevated, it means that my feet slither over the edge and my tootsies end up smashed against the outside edge of the shoe. Ouch. I wanted to rip them off my feet after the first 1/2 mile, but I decided to just walk and curse the maker instead.
I think if I could be barefoot all the time, I would. I didn’t always feel that way. Actually, at one time I was somewhat girly and actually enjoyed shoes. Heels on occasion even!
Not now. I see them as prison-like cages for what I now consider to be two of the most important parts of my body. So since our society requires the use of shoes, thanks to the sharp objects/sticky substances/germ covered everythings one might find on our paved roads, I will conform. Aside from all the icky things you could step in, you’d have to have diamond-hard calloused feet to survive barefoot outdoors after a lifetime of wearing shoes! I have found these though
They are the Merrell Pace Glove. I tried them on in-store and they are super comfortable. The price is a little steep though for what they are…a couple pieces of fabric and some Vibram? I might give them a go though because they honestly feel like socks with a firm sole.
You might be wondering where all this talk of barefooted-ness is coming from. I recently finished reading a really incredible book, Born to Run by Chris McDougall.
In this non-fiction story you’ll follow McDougall’s adventure to find and understand the hidden Mexican tribe, the Tarahumara, or “the running people.” Armed with little knowledge of their whereabouts, he seeks to find their secret to living a healthy life and running long-distances, through the desert, barefoot. As a runner himself, McDougall’s fascination with the sport and this small group of people who have perfected it is evident.
“Born to Run” chronicles not only McDougall’s trek to find and understand the Tarahumara, but also gives insight on the history and physiology of running, the experiences of some of the world’s top athletes and Ultramarathon runners and the science behind the barefoot running movement.
Although the book jumps around an obstacle course of topics, there is one member of the cast that pulls it all together, an eccentric gringo named Caballo Blanco. Blanco was welcomed into the Tarahumara tribe and acts as the link for McDougall to the nearly unreachable tribe. He is also the mastermind behind the climactic race that caps the story. A race to end all races. Pitting the near-primeval Tarahumara against America’s top ultrarunners in a marathon through the Copper Canyons.
Bottom line. One of the most captivating stories I’ve ever read. McDougall’s use of imagery is unmatched. Whether you’re a runner or a couch potato, the hottie in stilettos or bare-curious, you’ll find yourself in love with the eccentric characters and intrigued by the methods to their Herculean madness.
Ever run barefoot? Thoughts about the concept? Leave a comment below!