Last night I went out to a charity dinner/dance. It was just down the road (0.3 miles to be precise) so naturally we walked. Well, I say 'walked'. It was more a case of stumbling awkwardly along clinging to my husband's arm with my toes crushed into the front of my very nice, very high, but very uncomfortable high heeled shoes.
It made me think how strange it is that people wonder why I would dare to run barefoot and risk a foot injury, when here were close to 50 women wearing shoes which were just as likely to cause pain and injury, worn for longer than any barefoot run I've done, and whilst dancing of all things!
During the evening I was introduced to another runner by a friend. We got talking, and she asked me if I'd run the recent Cardiff half marathon. I explained that I hadn't because I've been mainly running in bare feet. She then exclaimed "Ahh - do you run through the lanes near me - I've seen you!!". For a moment, I felt rather famous (or perhaps I should say infamous!). We had a laugh about it, and I had the 'does it hurt' question, to which I replied "not nearly as much as wearing these shoes does!".
On the way home, I removed my shoes and walked barefoot along the pavements in the dark. I was wearing tights, and as a testament to my new found form and delicate footfall, there is not a single run or ladder on the soles.
Rings so true Clare - I try not to laugh out loud when I see people in high heels trying not to fall over as they pass by my office...I don´t know why they do it to themselves, apart from in the name of being taller!
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