It’s something I’ve wanted to try for a long time. Heck, we live out in the country so it’s not like I’d get that many stares as I pace through the backroads.
But there are rocks, and glass, and occasionally there’s dog poop. Gross.
So tonight, in the seclusion of my cool basement, I took the plunge.
I went running naked.
You see, this is what I usually wear when I run:
I love my Vibrams, as evidenced by how lovingly well-worn they are I’ve been running in them for a year now, and they have single-handedly (footedly?) changed the way I run. I feel like I’m flying when I wear them. I’ve tried “regular” minimalist shoes, but my gait changes immediately and I don’t like the results.
I love my Vibrams.
But for the past few days, I’ve been engrossed in Chris McDougall’s Born To Run. If you are a runner, you should read it. If you want to be a runner, you should read it. If you’re an injured runner, you should read it. If you hate running and don’t “get it”, you should read it.
So, needless to say, I’ve been reading it. And while McDougall is preaching to the choir, I was intrigued and inspired to try something: running naked. So tonight, I threw off the (minimalist) shackles of my Vibrams, climbed atop my beautiful treadmill shoeless, and ran like this:
Nary a shoe, let alone a sock.
And it was GLORIOUS!
It was soft and connected. My body felt amazingly light, even compared to my Vibrams. Nothing ached or hurt. A couple of muscles across my ankles woke up, but they didn’t hurt.
And when I went to stretch post-run? Nothing was tight. Not my quads, not my hamstrings, not my calves. Not my regularly-tight IT-bands or gluts.
So from this day forward, there is a rule in this house: no shoes on the treadmill. Maybe, one day, I’ll even venture out onto the road.