Can't wait anymore
No more excuses
My legs are YEARNING
My feet says GO!
In a jiffy, shoeless and splashing on puddles from the evening after-rain, I was in a happy mood. My spirit was in flight caring only to observe and tweak my running with no shoes on. Oblivious to the labour of my lungs and heart, I was able to pick up a good pace. I think I ran the fastest barefooted 2km. I surprised myself.
It has been 3 months since my last marathon. Perhaps an excuse for being lazy, I wasn't ready to pound the road again. I was waiting for my body to want to do it again. I have come across an article about the Kenya marathon champions were starved by their coach from further practice a week or so before their competition to build up their enthusiasm. Same same here.
Somewhere late in January, I visited Jurong West Stadium and did "speed" run. (pai seh... I not so speedy). Ran one round, rest a bit. at the 3rd try, I came in 1 minute 29 seconds for 400m. I think this is probably my personal best (PB) for 400m since I was born. I have figured out a bit on what it takes to get to the PB. With that notion, I kind-of tried incorporating it into my barefoot run.
Well, that was a bit of how I came to be... earnest, faster and joyful.
After the run, my feet felt good right through the night. The pair felt as if it got slapped many times earlier and earning a much desired and prolonged extra blood circulation. So strange.. , my feet was having a mind of its own. It was telling me how badly it wanted to run barefooted and how contented it was and thanking me.
Today, I have HAPPY FEET.
No more excuses
My legs are YEARNING
My feet says GO!
In a jiffy, shoeless and splashing on puddles from the evening after-rain, I was in a happy mood. My spirit was in flight caring only to observe and tweak my running with no shoes on. Oblivious to the labour of my lungs and heart, I was able to pick up a good pace. I think I ran the fastest barefooted 2km. I surprised myself.
It has been 3 months since my last marathon. Perhaps an excuse for being lazy, I wasn't ready to pound the road again. I was waiting for my body to want to do it again. I have come across an article about the Kenya marathon champions were starved by their coach from further practice a week or so before their competition to build up their enthusiasm. Same same here.
Somewhere late in January, I visited Jurong West Stadium and did "speed" run. (pai seh... I not so speedy). Ran one round, rest a bit. at the 3rd try, I came in 1 minute 29 seconds for 400m. I think this is probably my personal best (PB) for 400m since I was born. I have figured out a bit on what it takes to get to the PB. With that notion, I kind-of tried incorporating it into my barefoot run.
Well, that was a bit of how I came to be... earnest, faster and joyful.
After the run, my feet felt good right through the night. The pair felt as if it got slapped many times earlier and earning a much desired and prolonged extra blood circulation. So strange.. , my feet was having a mind of its own. It was telling me how badly it wanted to run barefooted and how contented it was and thanking me.
Today, I have HAPPY FEET.
