Archive for August, 2009

Tuesday

Took a long barefoot walk this morning.  It heated up into the mid 80s this afternoon, but I had some idle time before school pickup and I ran barefoot laps around Centennial Park (By the Parthenon) for 30 minutes.  Glorious barefoot grass running—-the best barefoot gets.

I’m starting to be a barefoot snob—I no longer like to wear any footwear that raises my heel.  We’ll see how Fall and Winter go.  Maybe I’ll just develop ice age feet and grin and bear it!

No, Fall is REALLY in the Air

Got up just before dawn this morning, had a cup of coffee and took off barefoot running with my dog Foley.  We went for 30 minutes and then it was time to get back to the house for the Monday morning schoolday preparations.  Fall is knocking on the door.  My feet got cold in the dewy grass around the corner from West End Middle School.  Felt great.  I will probably take a long barefoot walk with my wife after we get the youngest child to school.  

I ran the other day in my running shoes—a really expensive pair of shoes that were recommended to me by my venerable local running store.  I love the venerable old shop, but I have to say that within about 100 yards, my old achilles tendon pain came roaring back to life.  I cussed the shoes and took them off.  

Yesterday, I relegated said shoes to yard work.  But even mowing the lawn in the shoes made my achilles tendon hurt.  I am going to give them away-=-I’m sure someone can use this super deluxe footwear that is useless to me.  

I’m going to Texas for work on Wednesday.  I’ll take my water shoes, maybe my moccasins.  I doubt there’ll be good barefoot running near my Dallas hotel.  

Next week, my wife and I are flying to San Francisco to visit friends, then renting a car and driving over to Yosemite for a music festival I’m playing, and then back over to Modesto for another gig.  I can’t wait to be back in the Bay Area and the Sierra Nevada.

Great running in Tennessee right now.  What a gloriously cool summer we have had overall. 

Have a great run.

Fall Is In the Air

Although it is already muggy and hot, I felt a hint of Fall in the air this morning while running around Hillsboro Village.  It’s a little bit of dry air mixed in with the warm moist air that tells me Fall’s around a few more corners.  

A former major shoe company employee told my wife last night at a dinner party that I would be ‘crippled in twenty years’ from running barefoot.  Well, I certainly hope not.  For now, I am thankful for getting up each morning without the achilles tendon pain that had me eating 12 Ibuprofens a day.  No more ibuprofen gobbling for this barefooter.

Barefoot in Alabama

I just got home from a family trip to Alabama—-drove to Mobile with my wife and kids on Thursday. My wife and I drove three hours to Auburn on Friday. I played a sweaty but fun show there at the Strutting Duck Friday night. We got up early Saturday and drove back to Mobile—-I attempted to run but our hotel was on a four lane highway with no sidewalk. We drove south to the coast and spent the rest of Saturday swimming with the kids and eating killer food my Mama cooked (mahi mahi, big salad, butter beans….etc…mmmmm).

I got up sunday morning and ran for about an hour barefoot. A lot of sidewalk and some luscious barefoot sprinting in dewy, freshly mown soccer field grass at Spring Hill College.

Back to the pool (I am my 8 year old’s personal pool toy—-never left the pool for three hours), more great food. In the late afternoon, we met more family and friends at Callaghan’s Irish Social Club for burgers and beer. I played a show there that night and it was a good one.

On Monday, we drove over Mobile Bay to Fairhope and on down to Point Clear to the Grand Hotel. Spent the afternoon—-you guessed it—-swimming in the huge pool. Met my Aunt and a family friend at Wintzell’s in Fairhope. I had the oyster sampler and we all shared fried crab claws.

Got up early Tuesday morning for a barefoot run of about 45 minutes along a paved trail that runs along the coast road from Point Clear to Fairhope. Swam for an hour with my youngest.

Drove the 7 hours back to Nashville. I enjoyed the route we chose from I-10 to I-65 through Spanish Fort and Blakely, Alabama—–along the bluff that runs between the Bay and the Delta down there. A rainy Summer has kept things lush. The Red Oaks were thriving and gorgeous.

Home again and happily running my barefoot routes through Hillsboro Village and Music Row.

Will