To make up for my week of sloth, I bundled up last night for a shoeless run through my neighborhood. However, this neighborhood route calls for running a long stretch on sidewalks, which suck sweaty mat-haired balls to run on with bare feet, I learned.
I made it about a mile before I turned tail and ran back home for my T6 Racers. The next three miles were much more comfortable--and about two minutes per mile faster.
Two lessons learned about going barefoot:
- My feet still need to toughen up
- No more sidewalks
I'm still debating whether to write up a review of the local watering holes I visited and the regional beverages I drank. But for now, I thought I'd share a quick and mostly complete list of both.
Flying Saucer (Raleigh, N.C.)
Dugan's Pub (Brevard, N.C.)
Village Wayside (Asheville, N.C.)
Blossom Cafe (Charleston, S.C.)
Black Forest (draught)
Hell's Belle Belgian Blond (six pack)
Highland Gaelic Ale (draught)
SweetWater 420 (draught)
Biltmore wines (tasting)
Gateway Kolsch (draught)
I appreciate those of you who suggested some places to go on my southern journey. I didn't have much opportunity to check the comments after I left, so I'll have to put those places on a list for next time.
Someone mentioned Jack of the Wood in Asheville, which I have been to but didn't have a chance to revisit. My buddy (the newlywed) and I stumbled in there a couple years ago and caught the now defunct Old-Time band the Forge Mountain Diggers, whose fiddler and guitarist went on to reform the Freight Hoppers.