*Warning - this post contains pictures of FEET. So, if you're one of those anti-feet people who get creeped out by other peoples feet, well, browse-along now.*
It's been awhile since I posted a running update, in part, because there has not been a whole lot of running going on around here. But, I'm slowly easing my way into the world of barefoot running, so I figured it was a good time for a progress report.
I finally got a pair of these for my birthday:
Unfortunately they were a leeeetle bit too small, so I sent them back for the next size up. Which should be arriving....any day now...
So, since patience is not my strong-suit, I decided to take matters into my own
hands, err, feet, I guess...
That's right. I've been running completely barefoot on my treadmill a couple times a week.
I worked my way up to 2 miles last week, and when I stopped, what I thought were calluses on my feet turned out to be blisters. Ouch.
So I'm back down to 1.5 miles at a time now.
But here is the strange thing...it doesn't hurt! Based on all my research, I was expecting calf pain, soreness in my shins, etc. Maybe because I'd been running in the Nike Free for quite awhile before ditching the shoes altogether...or maybe because I'm a forefoot runner. Whatever the reason, the only thing holding me back at this point is lack of calluses on my feet.
So I'll get there.
In the meantime, my heels are still KILLING me during pretty much every standing/walking related activity, even during Spin. So, I've mom'd-up and ordered a pair FitFlops.
If I promise not to wear them in public, can we still be friends?
In the mean time, more often than not, I can be found sitting at my desk like this:
(Yes, those are frozen water bottles under my feet.)