 |
| these two guys carried me well |
Last week, I ran the San Francisco ½ Marathon…in bare
feet. I was the only weirdo (relatively
speaking—remember this was San Francisco) running with no shoes, no protective socks, nada-- completely in
bare feet, at least as far as I witnessed.
Yet there was one barefoot runner in the full marathon, which blows my
mind. 13.1 miles was hard enough! My daughter ran the whole 26.2 mile ordeal, twice
as far as me and complained not a wink, not even hitting “The Wall.” In her endless enthusiasm, she said to
herself at mile 26, “Aw, it’s over already?” She was having too much fun.
I must admit that despite the crazy steep hills up and down, long stretches of terribly rough asphalt, a couple excursions along rocky dirt paths, and a strong wind blowing across the Golden Gate Bridge, I too had a bit of fun. Much of this was the San Francisco vibe. Spectators and the runners themselves were extremely encouraging, shouting “barefoot dude!” or “what the %#$!?” and slapping high-fives, which made the whole ordeal less painful and a full-on blast. And despite what a few of my SF cousins and friends feared, I never stepped on hypodermic needles or clumps of human waste or less-disgusting dog poop.
Or if I had, I never noticed.
©Randall
S. Fong, M.D.
For more topics on
medicine, health and the weirdness of life in general, check out the rest of
the blog site at randallfong.blogspot.com
Comments
Post a Comment