I’ve been a minimalist runner for going on three years. While I prefer going completely barefoot I do wear Vibrams when my feet need to recuperate or the pavement is hot as hell. The other day, after a week of sticking it to my feet, I slipped on my Vibrams and went for a 10-mile run with a group of friends.
The first four were clear and cool, the fifth was a bit drizzly, and the remaining five were a mixture of lightning, thunder, and torrential rain.
With 2 miles to go one of my friends (who had run back to get the “shuttle”) offered me a ride. I looked at him, gave him a thumbs up, smiled, and declined. I couldn’t stop. Everything about the run felt great. My legs were good, my feet were good, and the rain was a tremendous relief from the 100+ temperatures I had been dealing with for the past month. Little did I know this would be a bittersweet run.
I got home, changed out of my wet clothes, and hung my soggy Vibrams. As I turned out the light in the laundry room I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. Light. I flipped the light back and sure enough there was light shining through a hole where the sole should be. I was mortified. My Sprints had traversed the roadways of NC, KC, DC, NYC, San Fran, Dallas, and Buenos Aires. They survived a life-threatening injury and have stitches to prove it.
OK, so it’s not that bad. My alternate pair of Vibrams (KSO) picked up the slack until I was able to get a pair of Komodo Sports. Here’s to another 500 miles of memories.