Due to a trip abroad (Croatia, as you asked) I’ve had a hiatus of a week from running. Keen to keep my feet thinking that they have to continue toughened up, I tried to be barefoot as much as possible, although didn’t do any actual running.
So with this in mind I was a little apprehensive about running last night. I’ve spent the past 2 months running 3 times a week and building up to 6k each run. I really didn’t want to stop this momentum. I need not have worried. The run was very easy on my feet and legs, the thing that was a bit of a struggle was my cardiovascular fitness level. Not surprising really after a week of drinking and smoking.
I’ve had a few witty people trying to heckle me as my runs have now extended onto a very public Clapham Common. I should really keep track of them here. Last night on Clapham Common North Side, someone from a car shouted, “get your shoes on!”. Mmm, very well thought out I thought. A couple of weeks ago in the same spot someone shouted, “you’ve forgotten your shoes!”. At least this was an attempt at humour. I’ve also had a, “well done!” from a women in standing traffic on The Avenue about a month back. But my favourite has to be the guy who was standing on Abbeville Road about 6 doors from my house where I usually end my runs. As I stopped he stood there (in his overgrown rappers’-fashion trainers) and looked at my bare feet in horror. As I started to get my breath back he said to me, “are you sure about that bruv?”. I smiled back at him and replied, “yes mate, you’re the only one who’s unsure”, I then ran off around the corner grinning.