Barefoot running: true love

If it wasn’t sprinting and I couldn’t be guaranteed to be done within a few seconds or minutes, I would refuse to run. In high school I would run for training or during basketball practice, but I always ran to just get it over with and move on. 


I started running in barefoot shoes almost a year ago, and since then my relationship with running is completely different. Running no longer brings me down and makes me annoyed. Instead it lightens my heart, brightens my day, and makes me feel unstoppable. 


On Tuesday I went for my longest run ever. I have never been a fan of anything over 2 miles, but I have been slowly adding mileage. What was supposed to only be a short run turned into an amazing 5.5 mile night run. There was something about the warmth hanging in the air after the hot day and the dark sky that made running feel like meditating. At one point I got so caught up in running that when I saw a playground it was like being a little kid all over again and I couldn’t help but sprint to the swings. 


I don’t think I can ever settle for running on a treadmill again. Nothing beats the outdoors and the rush of the wind as you pick up speed. Follow my blog with Bloglovin