Today I decided, Hey, why not run a couple of miles barefooted? so I stretched and then set out. Of course, the idea didn’t just come out of nowhere: I like testing myself in unusual ways, and despite that first sentence I did experience some hesitancy because how many people do you see running in public without shoes? Eventually I overcame self-doubt and headed down the side walk.
Pleasantly enough, my feet hit snow-melt water before even leaving the neighborhood (duh), and my feet numbed for the first third of a mile through puddles and surface water. Once I hit the hilltop, however, the sun hit the sidewalk and made for a better run.
I passed several people running up the hill and none of them said anything, but for whatever reason many groups of middle school/high school kids hung out on the roadside and one group started yelling at me from across the road. “He runnin’ barefoot! Where’s your shoes?! I turned a left and into a shopping center to avoid any kind of confrontation, but they crossed the street and met me after I rounded the parking lot.
Where’s your shoes?
I didn’t feel like wearing them, I said to a kid who ran up to me.
You’re gonna step on a rock!
I already did, I yelled back.
No other groups or individuals said anything to me.
In truth, I figured something like that would happen. People around here see something weird, they like to comment on it/make fun of it. Hell, even when I am just riding a bike or walking people will shout from their car windows on occasion. And yes, besides one blister my feet are fine.
Also, I guess my point here is that most people don’t care much. The ones who do can shove it cuz I do what I want.