But wait. You are indeed still there. Time to return to what is going on.
went It is about a month ago that I - inspired by Christopher McDougall "Born To Run" (Ira thanks for the recommendation!) - Wanted to change something about my running style. I spare you the details now (but not - see video), how, why and what is different, and get to the point: I started my barefoot running.
course it's not just me doing a round without paddles. I wanted to Streak . Was probably the shortest ever to be run, for a time it was eaten. Barefoot running is different, and that again differently than you may think that now before it himself.
I am (very casual) jogged from my home through the park, across the bridge, across the road a. .. Ouch! Burdensome stone has sunk into the soles. Quick check: the stone is no stone, but a 5cm wide bubble that was filled with a blood-water mixture (Nona, beer is unlikely to be in it). Of which I have not one but two paved - per foot. The left foot can also still score with a particularly bloody blister on the middle toe.
who likes to bet now, which may - the question is: how far I've been gone? The correct answer is almost 800m. Gentlemen, eight hundred meters (a little more than three minutes), and I'm already so controlled that I can only hobble home whimpering. But thanks, I'm there again I thought.
The action I have also run straight from Baden city logged on Sunday, for which Kathy has successfully cleared a second place. Once again - we know anyway not where we should park the trophies yet. So I will at the events anyway no longer needed so badly.
Of course, I must go on. However, I am waiting until the pieces of skin back to something fußähnlichem have grown. Oh, and apologies to all those who were hoping I post next nothing grayish. Good night!
