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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Why a 'barefoot' adventure?

Almost 2 years ago, I was running strong, training for a marathon, a triathlon, and a book-a-thon. Who would of thought that on a mild, sunny February afternoon, a jog through the mountains with my dog Brutus would be the wrench in my spokes.  Brutus having already taken a number of jaunts through the hills, chasing every swaying tree and fleeting smell, was showing his age struggling to keep up.  The pain of consistently slowing myself down while traveling downhill was hardly to much to run through. No pain no gain right?  But my running would never be the same.  From that point on, Anytime I'd exceed 6 miles, even when my knee was feeling it's healthiest, the pain would begin.

I tried all sorts of different stretching and treatment strategies.  But inevitably around Mile 6 or less, the pain would always make itself heard.  A whisper that if ignored soon became a scream.  This continued until on a visit to California for a friends wedding, I decided to go for a short jog on the beach.  Not wanting to be one of those people who runs on the beach in shoes, I left my shoes in the car and ran barefoot.  With the sand filling the spaces in between my toes I ran for miles, pain free. This is the part of the story called, the waking up of my feet.

It wasn't an instant transformation, but over the past year I've rediscovered running, by running barefoot.   Barefoot running was for me a new expression of something I'd been doing since I was a gangly 13 year old trying to chase down the cross country team, my older brother, or my neighbor, who happened to be a professional runner.
For me running barefoot is synonymous with running aware.  Feeling the grass as it lies soft only to raise itself erect again, the warm concrete pressing against the pads of my feet, or the pointed prod of a pebble signaling one of the 20, long dormant, muscles in my foot to react.  Reawakening these muscles has been a slow, steady and in progress project.  But not only does my running feel stronger then ever before, it also is a more intimate, satisfying experience.  Greater connecting with the dirt from which I was made.   Doing away with the inch of rubber which had created a chasm with the sole (pun alert) purpose of numbing my body to the sensations and feelings of, well, running. 

Have I lost you?  If not, we're going to bring it all together.  In theory I hope to travel with this same awareness. The principles of barefoot running, are to forget muscle memory (undoing years of negative habits), change what's strong (strengthening the foundation, your feet, rather than overcompensating), slow down (at least at first to really understand what your doing and proper form), reawaken your feet (through patience and listening to your body). I hope to transfer these principles to my travels.  By feeling the ground beneath my feet, so to speak, as I move through each new experience.  Maybe it'll be a little painful but I hope in the end it will lead to a fuller, more real experience that helps me to grow as a person.

This is a possible projection of me upon my return.

Friday, December 24, 2010

This is called an introduction

Welcome to my blog.  Why write a blog?  Thank you for asking. Now no more questions please.

On January 18th I will be embarking on a Central American adventure, and this is basically my only opportunity to use words such as, embark.  Also what better way to really appreciate the trip then to post on the internet charming anecdotes such as . . . customs sure was crazy!
As I mentioned I don't leave until January 18th so hopefully your cool with a little filler in the meantime.

By the way . . . . 
That's just a little something from me to you.

This is my first post, so I can be sure there will be one post, but other than that the future is wide open.