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|There is a correlation between barefoot running and heart attacks; it's just other people's hearts that have the problem|
Once I was running barefoot along the road and some people stopped their car and asked if I needed help. I thanked them and said no, I was fine. But they couldn't let it go. "But... but you're barefoot..." Had I been a more experienced barefoot runner I would have had a ready retort ("Oh my goodness, you're right! Where did my shoes go?!"), but instead we both stared at each other quizzically for a brief moment until they drove on.
|"Roll up the window honey, and don't point at the crazy man"|
I can't help wondering if this also explains the way people react to footwear. When I wear minimalist shoes like my Merrill Trail Gloves, no one really notices. When I wear Vibram FiveFingers (where people can tell that I have toes) I start getting weird looks. (I once was standing in a race corral wearing my VFFs when a small boy walked up to me, looked me in the eye, and pointed at my feet. He didn't say anything but it was pretty clear he was thinking "Dude, what is wrong with you?"). When I'm in huaraches (where people can see my toes), I start getting much weirder looks. When I run barefoot--well, at that point people usually feel they need to intervene.
So what do you folks think? Are your experiences the same? Or do I just need to start waxing my toes?
|I thought it looked more masculine this way|