Ever since I really discovered sports, around 6th grade, I played hard... really hard. I kept that ethic through high school, college and beyond. It didn't matter if it was practice, or a game, or play-offs, I gave it all I had until it was time to go home. This is all well and good for a spry 17 year old who has a 2 hour track practice, then goes to CYO basketball practice for 2 hours, only to play football after school the next day, and full court basketball most of Saturday afternoon. Post college, things change, and I've devolved to more of a weekend warrior. (Sure, I've taught gym, but you really don't go all out when an errant move could send a 7 year old into a concrete wall.) With barefoot running, I've HAD to slow down, to think of form, not fast. The result is a slower, easier run that doesn't demolish your soul. Which is what I was used to when I ran in the past. Worse yet, when I'd run to music. I'd be completely done by the time "Beat of the Brat" ended on my Ramones tape.
Take off your headphones, take off your shoes, and go for a moving meditation.
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