I want some shoes 

Know what’s odd?

  • Every number comes from 8
  • But then there’s nine digits 
  • And then to add to nine, you actually subtract a segment or flip a six
  • This of course on a digital clock; the number base is 8

I’ll draw a picture later. 

The shoes I want are V-run size 44 I think it was for about 10-1/2. I’d assume buy from the store in Richmond Hill where that chic measured my feet and all. She was nice and cute and all anyway and I believe they check your gait and such. But I barely care unless they do actually understand barefoot. 

The girl said she did and showed how she could spread her toes. The Vibrams’ Five finger style Vrun. Don’t know why all the name variations, but these particularly work well for mud and water (allegedly). And thus may be great for the Savage ir Spartan races for which I am still training for. Yet without a destination race. Though I have a new friend that wants to do one and wants to train, though he just wants yo run and I just wanna do technical and fun stuff. 

Anyhow, my reminder to a shoe I tried on. The suckers tend to stay around $120, so that sucks, but it’s the nearest to barefoot with extra security — I do want to buy some.

12.7.17, Thursday?? I think!!

Ahh yah… last night wasn’t Reiki, it was “working with energy”. Really interesting crowd of wierdos!! Hahaha ha! That includes me!!

In the opening, the lady who reminds very much of my best friend’s mom used a tuning fork, waved it all around, talking to us for introduction of the plan, then started speaking in language I didn’t understand but it made me sob a little and I could not hold it back, only quiet it. Twelve of us were there and was two other men. After that was over, my legs wouldn’t stop shaking until about ten minutes when I sat across from a reiki master. She gave a strong connection that I actually felt, is interesting stuff and I will return. Much more to say about this all but I will leave it be and think on this a while. I already have plenty on my brain and I feel I must continue to research the current situation that has been struck upon me for a reason I’m unknown to. 

3 (or 5?) mile round trip on foot

Run/walk to Kroger from house for cat food, a patch for the shorts I’m wearing, and a snack/drink. 

(flip-flops &/or barefoot)

…starting now !! (5:46pm Wednesday)

Break to stetch, rest, and deep breathing on the grass on frontage drive. 

That was great. I stopped for a long break on somebody’s yard — out by the road with trees between us. The traffic was raging with slowed cars on one side and hurried drivers on the side near me. Up on the hill, they could all watch while idling. Meditated a bit while ignoring the itching that turned out to be swollen bites. 

Grrrr….which do I use or which is more accurate??!!??

…apple map tells me it is 1.5 miles (google map says 1.8 miles) to Kroger, but then after my round trip, the phone says 4.9 miles. 

…repercussions to last week’s 25 miles could be reduced to 15 if my phone is off by 40%. 

The segment of 4.9 miles is broken into about 70 of these little chunks:

…so by taking into account that these chunks have a precision of 0.01 (one hundredth) of a mile [5280 x 0.01 = 52.8 feet]. 

…each chunk may be off as much as 50 feet. If these chunks are rounded upward, as expected, the results could be 70 x 50 = 3,500 feet (about 0.6 miles).

…But this doesn’t explain a 2 mile difference. So whatever. That’s part of the reason I don’t trust all these devices. And 3 miles sounds great anyway, especially since there were many barefoot sprints in there. I do want to check the odometer on the truck. I’m starving anyway. Think I’ll ride that way. 

8/30/2017 7:46pm

Typical Running Conversation For Me

I’ve been wondering if I’ll get shin splints from running on Friday. But I don’t think I will since I avoided heel-striking and other jarring motion. 



When I learned how “to run properly” at school, I was told things like:

  • Knees up
  • Legs outreach for long strides
  • Land on heel 
  • Roll the foot forward 

Bad, bad, bad, bad. 


Wait, why are they teaching us to fight natural movements? 

  • Because we are highly dependent on shoes. 

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. We aren’t all smelly crunchy-rednecks like you, I like being (clean, soft feet, uninjured, fungus free, ring worm free, safe, cautious, prepared, etc) protected and warm on cold nights.”

  • I really don’t see your point. Your feet are amazingly tougher than you think. The skin grows back stronger every time it is damaged. But, I cannot argue on fungus, yet there is medicine for that & you obviously listen to doctors – so you can take that. I’m the one scared of doctors’ uneducated advice — not you. 

“But what is the point of doing it in the first place?”

  • Why do you wear shoes?

“I just explained (above text… blah blah) why I do, how about you now?”

  • I believe it is good for my health. 

“Foot injury is healthful?”

  • Kind of, yes. But not really, the healing is. 

“I really don’t see your point.”

Yeah, I see how you could still be under the illusion that total protection is better than minimal protection. But there are strong forces that act to brainwash you into believing that doctors know more about you than you do. But, until you investigate your body’s signals, you will never know. 

But that is a mouthful. 

  • Touché. We are coming from differing views. While running barefoot as a child, I quickly gained ability to step on green pine cones with care, walk across acorns and rocks without a break in pace, and walk straight through piles of crap with slight pleasure as it disgustingly squished between my toes. While you just learned to strap large, pillowy, leathery casts to your feet and pound across every obstacle in your path. 

“That was disgusting.”

  • Yep. But that wasn’t the point, I could wash them in a mud puddle, dirt, or whatever. You wear a cast — a protective barrier. 

“Damn right. Better than being slowed down by injury.”

  • I feel like we aren’t convincing each other. But how bout this. I am forced into your shoe obsession by society. I wear shoes as required even though I think it is stupid in 95% of everyday situations. How bout you try my way even once?

“I like wearing shoes.”

That is the point at which I slowly turn around (assuming this was just an open-air engineering office discussion at work) and put my earbuds back into my ear cavities. Turn to my computer and let out a soft sigh. 

Easter morning, April 15, 2017, 9:22am

Shoe Saturday 

As I left work on Thursday for the three day Easter break, I removed my shoes and tossed them in the trunk and told a coworker that these will stay here till Monday. 

I broke the vow due to filthy running shoes (from weed-eating a few months ago). I decided to attempt to bring both my car and Dad’s truck to his house. So I ran (sprint/walk) 1.6 miles to Rincon Chevrolet to initially grab his truck, driving it home. 

Then I used a method that is seldom used, due to pure laziness of most people, to drive two cars to one location. I bunny-hopped with the vehicles towards the destination. At first, I aimed to only leave a gap of 80 yards or so to maximize sprint time. I gas out quickly in sprint, so a long distance forces me to walk more. 

The system: drive car beyond the truck, pull over on the shoulder, open door and immediately sprint (confusing everyone watching). Then doing the same with the truck. 

This worked great for two miles or so. I would leave both vehicles running with the a/c full blast in the red car, but the truck was a hot box. Had a water jug in each vehicle and PEEPS & tator chips in case I needed food as I hadn’t eaten yet. I did end up eating seven chips for salt intake (I sweat more than any human I know) and drank a full gallon of water. 

The pace began to slow since I’ve really only ran a sum of a mile over the last two years. I began to leave nearly a quarter mile between vehicles, turning off the engines and locking the car; the truck didn’t have guns, cash, and valuables to worry over. 

I ended my bunny hop soon after assisting a stranded lady with an overheating car. I was fairly exhausted, yet attempted to do another hop. It was only an attempt as some shmuck had their loud, angry-sounding rockweiler in the yard. I felt threatened and returned to the truck. As I passed back by while driving, I saw that it was tied to a stake in the yard (poor fella). Either way, I felt done and drove the rest of the way to Mom & Dad’s and received a passenger trip back to the truck (where the lady was). 

I had one country chick holler at me from her yard, “THAT IS HILARIOUS!!”, I hollered back a thanks (I am certain it is hilarious to watch). And another overly redneck chick tried to pick me up; I declined. 

I know I’m gonna be sore. I nearly cramped up three times during the board game Meetup. 

I have finally just eaten a large meal at IHOP. Though I’d only eaten four or five hundred calories since this time last night. How does this sound? Corned beef hash, two eggs over medium on top of grits with hashbrowns, and four pancakes loaded with syrup and extra butter!! Mmmmmm. 


No Shoe Saturday makes more since to most people, whereas Shoe Saturday sounds like a typo. Like, DUH, shoes are worn every day. But I tend to go months of wearing flip flops as the highest form of foot protection and only wearing those in minimal bursts during the weekends. And for sprints on asphalt, I went for shoes because I wanted long distance. But I stopped wearing them a mile or so in — then I rotated barefoot with flip flops depending on the terrain. 

…I really hate that I broke the no shoe vow. I would have been fine without them. I just can’t sprint on bad asphalt over long distances as barefoot or at all in flip flops. And I do not qualify flip flops as shoes on weekends, or rather the minimum cannot be avoided due to the over abundance of rough asphalt and paranoid-to-be-sued businesses. 


I tracked the pace, but never mathed it out, here is some summary:
1st 1.7 @ 68 minutes 

Next 0.9 @ 17 minutes
Next …I stopped counting but ended at around 2-1/2 hours total for around 4 miles plus the first 1.6 miles. 
April 14, Good Friday, 2017 (11:08pm)

Shoe Addiction 

I can never wrap my mind around the overuse of shoes. It is rare to see anyone barefoot in public these days, even at the park. I don’t understand how people rationalize wearing shoes during every waking hour.

I had to scroll deep in my photo log for a shoe picture; all my shoes are in the truck. I am somewhat ashamed to say that I wore shoes last night and today when barely needed. Last night, it was dark and I was weed-wacking, so covered toes helped move quickly with no worries of briars. And today, I had planned the same (but a storm rolled up after ten minutes). 

After putting up the wacker, I jumped in the car to move it into standard position. I still had the running shoes on and I couldn’t feel the pedals. Like walking through mud, waiting to step in a hole, I had no sensation of a solid surface under the foot. It’s like the third time I’ve driven with shoes on in four years. How do you people stand it?

With bare toes, I grip the edges of the pedal. I could barely tell if I was touching the pedal. I scratch my feet on the corners of the brake pedal and massage the arch of my feet with my toes while I drive. I cross my feet often – there’s no room for that with a huge cast laced onto your feet. 

With the yard work in flip-flops (minimalist shoes), it is nice to have the majority of the sole protected. The sides are still exposed and the toes are free to breathe. This way, the full cast is not in effect; the bubble of divinity doesn’t envelope my phalanges. 

There is a chance for slight injury. Like  stepping onto a sharp stem that had broken near the ground. This happened two days ago – it shot through the rubber and stabbed me in the foot. The stem was like a nail, an inch long with a pointed tip. No blood, no cut, no worries: natural, honed foot agility saved my skin. 

Reading on the prospect of barefoot running, a couple years ago, and I came across an article that I’d love to find again. I remember stopping in a parking lot to read it. The article was too interesting to read while driving. The writer told how he had been a runner for ages. Then some health consequence made him consider a more natural approach to running. He researched the natural gait of indigenous peoples and he studied anatomy. It seemed like he did his research fairly. 

…As he described the native’s walking style, it sounded normal. It brought to my attention the way that I walk while barefoot, versus with shoes. It had never really occurred to me before, but it is systematically different. 

  • With shoes: heel strikes first and most shock is absorbed by that region. The impact causes much stress in the ankle and there is an increased chance of shin splints. 
  • Barefoot: the forefoot lands first (it’s not a footstrike as the running guides explain) and more specifically, the area under your smallest toe. The stress is then placed mostly on muscles and attaching fibers. The ankle joint takes little stress as it is allowed to move during impact. 

I could compare the stress of the ankle to auto accidents. If you were to be rear-ended by some random jackass staring at his smartphone, would you rather be (A) parked directly in front of a brick wall with no room between your bumper and brick; or, (B) in an empty lot with your car  already moving at a slow speed and in neutral?

…The answer is most definitely B. Unless you just like the idea of becoming a bloody sardine. The forward movement of your car will greatly lessen the intensity of the impact. 

Why would you want your ankles to suffer the same fate? The mechanics of the hands and feet are amazingly intricate. I’m not about to look it up but there’s a large percentage of your bones all compiled in those regions. It is a well built shock absorber that is wasted on the masses of shoed runners. 

They’re all too scared. Scared they’ll step on glass or an acorn. Afraid they won’t see the poop like Forrest Gump. Scared of ringworm. . . Really, scared of ringworm? I’ve seen it twice in my life. Once on a little kid who played with all of us other kids in mud puddles. The second occasion was a few months ago. And that was on an engineer who liked to eat old food (out the trash can when he thinks no one is looking). Scared of cutting their feet or pavement ripping their delicate flesh. 

…Yes, the pavement will rip your flesh away. Over time, calluses are built up and then there’s no problem. 

…Stepped on glass. OUCH! It happens, it hurts, now sit your butt down & break out your pocket knife and learn your lesson about looking towards the horizon. That’s the dumbest place to look and you read that as standard practice. Look at this excerpt from ruunersworld.com:

How you hold your head is key to overall posture, which determines how efficiently you run. Let your gaze guide you. Look ahead naturally, not down at your feet, and scan the horizon. This will straighten your neck and back, and bring them into alignment. Don’t allow your chin to jut out.”

Unlearn that stupidness. Watch out for snakes and debri. But don’t stare at your feet, don’t tunnel vision or you won’t see that car behind you either. The standard eye location is to scan the area within the next several steps. And it isn’t natural to look ahead, if so WHY WOULD THERE EVER HAVE BEEN ETIQUETTE SCHOOLS with books on your head? Natural is looking for snakes and tigers. In other words: in all directions. 

I just read the rest of the article. Standard dribble. “With each step, your foot should hit the ground lightly–landing between your heel and midfoot–then quickly roll forward.” Sounds to me like you want to use the mechanics of the foot with your roll-forward, but you cannot land on the middle between fore and rear without being overly flat, thereby restricting ankle movement. 

But the glass. Get over it. I can’t even estimate how many times I’ve stepped on glass with no injuries beyond it being stuck in my calluses. Most times what happens when you step on debri, a sort of cunning ability occurs. 

…The foot has finely tuned sensors that detect the slightest of touches. When an object is stepped on, the foot seems to have the ability to move around the object. It is more likely that the skin is more elastic. If the debri is under the soft skin (arch), and since the foot doesn’t land flat, (the foot would be rolling backwards from forefoot to heel), the option to roll forward to the toes is readily available. Or to either side, as movement in any direction is easy while on the forefoot. 

…The adjustments don’t have to be major occurrences to avoid a rock. 

…If landing directly on the object, the pad of the forefoot is thick enough to absorb a sliver of glass and pliable enough to wrap around an acorn.

No need for an ambulance yet. The rebalancing of the foot is instantaneous. You will not personally dodge the object, your body will. 

But I don’t want rough, thick feet!

Me neither!! And I don’t, maybe that’s due to regular foot massages. Or due to walking on too much concrete, scrubbing my skin off a bit. Cause I sure don’t use lotion. 

Once upon a time in a land not too far way, I was barefoot in a grocery store. Minding my own business, tip-toeing around on cold tile floor, a kid in a  shopping cart yells out, “HE GOT FEETS!”  The little kid looked at his mom and was shocked. 

…I think I was more shocked than him. 

It really bothers me that most people refuse to see the negative side of shoe use. Besides losing the ability to step on green pine cones, they really miss out on core posture. 

*I forgot to finish about the writer talking about cadence and stride. Natural is short stride – quick movement. “Normal” is long stride – slow movement (of hip flexors). 

2_7_2017 Tuesday, 10:37pm

i was taught how to use an axe while barefoot 

I have only witnessed a dozen or so foot races. That is – since high school, but in nine (at least) of those races did one of the participants remove their shoes. 

I was raised in the south of Georgia and in our once small town there wasn’t much asphalt. I am fortunate to remember walking everywhere possible barefoot, even in the grocery store. Wore shoes for school, church, trips to “town”, & scout meets – that’s about it. With my personality, that has held strong throughout my adult life by shunning shoes as much as possible. 

I got to wondering earlier, about barefoot running and then of natural gait/stride

  • I wonder about natural gait. How is the way you run with a shoe ever natural? Try running like you have shoes as barefoot; that’s not gonna last long 

If I were to begin running at all, it will be barefoot or at worst in thick socks or moccasins or vibram toe shoes. My last experience of training for running has been around 13 years and I only made it to 3 miles in a half hour. Shin splints deter me. There is so much impact in running with shoes. When barefoot, the whole step sequence changes. The ankle, knee, all the bones in between, and the toes all act as a team to soften the blow. My stride is short and fast in my skin instead of long and slow with bounding leaps. As bare, I don’t really get much air at a normal pace due to short step and watchful placement of foot on ground instead of the runner’s view of a fixed point on the horizon – wouldn’t want to step on glass — or dog poo. 


Edited 12_11_2016

Looking back on this I failed to say how I know that anyone and especially myself- having never attempted running regularly- would have to work up their actual natural gait and bounce as a barefoot runner. 

For all the soft soled folks I knew growing up, they couldn’t wrap their minds around how I could step on a week old green pine cone while barefoot without grimacing –Much less an acorn. Anything over the roughness of pinestraw or old leaves hurt. They had their whole foot-life gently wrapped in a cozy, fluffy sock and encased with a hardened shell, tough enough to keep out all elements except sweat and odor. 

For these poor soles, if they happen to already have an established running mode, let’s assume they have a baseline of agility, stamina, etc for a 10k runner. They would have to cut way way back and learn to run on the toes instead of landing on the heel. The stride –chopped in half, their posture changed, the standard used muscles change to resist shock at all costs versus absorbtion of shock. The eye level changes to watch your step more. Especially in the beginning with low agile feet. The bare foot is an agile creature that has ability to dodge obstacles as it steps on them. But as untrained, it catches every pebble in its path. The pad of the foot will need to be built up and the runner will have to build resistance to pain. They need calusses and individual toe muscles that never got used. There will need to be a good training of self-foot massage and adding extra flexibility.  

I would love to assist a runner with the transition one day. I really don’t know how well barefeet would fair on a long road race on asphalt. Perhaps by using several pairs of socks that get trashed throughout the race. Or mainstream toe shoes–who knows?