Out for my semi-weekly barefooted three-miler, I landed hard on a pebble and said something R-rated. Just as I did so, I saw an older gentleman with a red ballcap to my left in his front yard. This is not the way to make running barefoot look not crazy.
Just around the corner, I crossed a road just ahead of a pair of runners perpendicularly approaching the same intersection. From the sound of their voices, I could 1) tell they turned to follow me and 2) talking about me. I sped up.
Result: fastest barefoot run, slightly blistered soles, one offended neighbor (possibly).
The Martini has joined me in a challenge to reach 60 miles this month. This is the kind of motivation I need after my lame April. Success lies in following up my lowest monthly mileage of the year with my highest. The month will culminate in my bid to break my 5-K PR at the Tallmadge Memorial Day race.
Why Are You Guys Running So Slow?
And just in case you haven't seen it yet, here is Chris Solinsky, a 5-K specialist who set an American record time in his debut 10-K:
[Drunkard's note: Interesting commentary from Kara Goucher, who can relate to Solinsky's newfound glory. And nod to Running Is Funny for making me a day late and a dollar short, again.]