Last night while on one of my runs(I normally run in the morning, less
traffic) I encounter new people on the road. Meaning I encounter new
drivers passing by me, either waving or staring. This one car slowed down
to a stop right in the middle of the road letting other cars pass her and
the driver leaned over to the passenger window motioning to talk to her.
She said in a calm and seriously concerned voice with an expression on her
face that matched, ³I hate to see you run in your barefeet. It scares me.²
I consoled her and started in on my little mini-talk about how I got into
BFR. All the while she kept up her worried look at me saying how scared she
was for me and how she hated to see me running and she wished I was running
on the side of the road in the grass. I told her not to be scared and that
I love it and that I can¹t see any of the junk in the grass. The road is
completely clear for me to see where I run. I even showed her the bottom of
my foot(my good foot, not the one with a slight callus...didn¹t want to
scare her more!) She is a runner also and she said she knows how messed up
her feet got running on the asphalt roads and wanted to encourage me to get
really good ortho shoes. I told her that is why I got into BFR, because
they were hurting my feet, knees and hip. HAH. So as we departed, she
reiterated her concern for my feet. It was a no win situation to talk her
into something but we had a good conversation. She had her 5ish year old
daughter in the back seat just staring at me in amusement. I was probably quite a sight anyways. Dripping wet from sweat, no shirt on. Just my running shorts and cap to keep the sweat off my brow and arm band that holds my cellphone and iPod. I probabaly looked like a naked jaybird running down the streets HAHA.
I can only conjecture that as they continued home that she was giving her daughter a
lecture about not ever wanting to see her daughter out barefoot running
HAHA.
I ramble as I rumble on the trails of life . . . barefoot
