This morning, I woke up at 5:30, limped to the bathroom to bandage up my many foot injuries and ran about 4 miles (including the famous hill-of-terror you hear so much about). I decided to wear the thinnest sandals I could find, in an effort to keep the barefooting form, but also protect my feet. Of course they ended up as a bloody mess, anyway, but at least, I didn’t do any more damage.
And guess what? Despite how utterly destroyed my body was yesterday, neither my knees nor my back protested even once! I think we’re on to something here. No joke.
Of course I am hobbling around like an invalid, now, but that is NOT the point!
Total Mileage: 4.2
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