I had a wonderful, exuberant barefoot run this morning. It was at a strong, fast pace, with some fartlek thrown in for good measure.
I wore my tie dye shorts to welcome the weekend, and practiced not scowling, so that I’d present better in my next finish line photo. 🙂
However, all that cheerfulness didn’t keep me from being pulled over by the local constabulary once again. (That’s the third time this year, which is a new – and unwanted – PB for me.) It turned out that this one wears VFFs for working out and running short distances, and has even heard of barefoot running.
Which prompts me to ask: why did he stop me? When I asked him that, he said “Just to make sure you’re OK, sir.”
Good grief! Do I look that feeble when I run? Am I beginning to look decrepit? Is my running form really that bad?