Sacrificing Supersonic Runs and my Soles
My Invisible Shoe Huaraches 4mm Running supersonic while people pass me on the bike trail with their dogs is not the brightest of ideas I've had lately. It totally fouled my tabata run this morning. Rather than taking a few bites in the ass I opted to slow down a bit to let the crazy dogs pass. It messed up my time and it totally fucked up my counting. Yeah. I'm challenged that way, as you know. I eventually finished out the run, but ended up doing one more sprint than needed which was just as well. That wasn't the only run that was logistically sacrificed this week. Well sort of. I struggled with how I was going to run on Monday. Seth finally programmed either a longish (well... 45 minute) run or bike for my workover and I chose the run. I have been jonesin' to run barefoot lately, but knew that this was a "workover" and it (as Seth puts it) should never be comfortable or easy, unless he tells me just to go have fun, which he does on occasion. So altho...