Monday, February 06, 2012
So, I've been exploring all this barefoot running thing, looking at websites, reading blogs and articles, prancing about a bit like a dork, and last night I decided to try it. I mean, REALLY try it.
I waited til it was dark and I went out into my yard in my socks (because it was dark and I have dogs and, well, no words needed, right?) and I jogged. Only down the grass next to the drive and back. For one, I didn't want the neighbors to see me, for two, it was cold, and for three, I wasn't wearing a bra and nearly gave myself black eyes. BUT I DID IT.
And you know what I found? I not only did it, but I LIKED it.
There's something very liberating about going toe-to-heel rather than heel-to-toe. It's light, It's graceful. For the first time EVER I did not feel like an elephant in work boots when I tried to move. I felt light, and free.
Of course, now I'm prancing from room to room in the house, delighting in re-discovering my feet and toes. I've always been a barefoot junkie, but now I am noticing my feet and all their little nuances. The dogs and the hubster think I've gone crazy -- well, crazier! -- as I extend my toes when reaching, ballet toe to heel to the bathroom, dance toe to heel into the kitchen and just generally enjoy MOVING for the first time in eons.
I feel really good about this, and think this is going to be an interesting journey. Anyone care to join me?