At least 4 miles today, all barefoot. I pretty much never put shoes on for a run these days, so if I don't specify, I'm barefooted.
There is a race this Saturday. I am torn between the desire to run it barefooted as an experiment (I know the course and it is safe), and the desire to stay home and avoid pain. If I go, I might have a really slow time and get a kick in the pants for my laid-back *coughing* training of late. OR I might get a really GOOD time and feel vindicated about barefooting. OR I could stay home and have my running motivation slip just that much farther away.... Hmmm. that's not really a choice at all. Hey-ho, hey-ho, it's off to race I go...
I have a little bit of a record of PRing at every single race I've run since I started running again. I'm going to have to really push it to the limit to keep it up! BRING IT. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." I look at that saying on a wall board right in front of my treadmill almost every single day. Nothing takes my breath away like a 5K, so here we go...
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