JEFF PEARLMAN

JEFF PEARLMAN

My poor feet …

So, having read—and loved—Born to Run, as well standing tall as one of the world’s biggest Nike haters, I recently decided to purchase a pair of funky-toes running shoes … the ones without much padding; the ones that look like scuba gear.

And … I love them. Love them, love them, love them. I love the THUMP sound my feet make against the ground; I love feeling the grass and the mud and the pavement, as if I were running sans protection. I feel faster and more powerful.

That said, I don’t think my body will survive. Just too much pounding. Went five miles today, mostly on pavement, and I’m curious whether I’ll be able to stand tomorrow sans pain. Right now I feel great, but my big toe ripped open, courtesy of the rubber-vs-skin rubbing.

Anyone else go through this? Any thoughts?

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