OK now I get it

On a warm and sunny Sunday, I went for 1.25 miles, I was feeling great, like I could keep going, but I stayed strict to the plan of slowly increasing mileage. I found keeping my stride shorter is getting easier. I just have to continue focus on lifting my foot up once it touches the ground. Running purely on the street is much better than the sidewalks. Sometimes smooth rock, sometimes crooked brick, and sometimes cement loaded with stones. (Somebody hates barefoot runners) Speaking of h8erz, I'm getting some attention. A kid told me, "Old head (Philly slang for an older person) your feet is dirty as shit!" I told him nice language, and his Dad (probably) yelled out, "Whatchusay!?!?" I looked back, yep, he was talking to me. No time to talk, Old Head has miles to run.