26 km on monday, 12 km today, feet and legs fine. A bit sore in my shoulders (!), but not much more. I moved to copenhagen a week ago or so, and its a a much better city for bfr than Prague ever was. Lots of nice pavements, no hills, a 6-km route around some lakes just next to where I live, and the harbor only a few km away-- and more than anything, the air here is much better than the so called air in Prague, with the pollution and lack of sea salt. (Why, they even have artificial salt caves there, normal rooms with lots of salt from the Dead Sea, you sit there for an hour to cure your asthma et al. In copenhagen the air is full of salt all the time, and my lungs ank me for coming here, every day.)
After 26 km (5:1 run :walk), the 12 km was a breeze, marvelous feeling of effortless gliding over the surface (except where my feet found gravel, of course, but it might come too, in time), of being able to run much longer if it hadn't been for my lack of training. Strange to have run 38 km in three days and not be tired in my muscles, just a general fatigue, and even that fatigue a slight one. Feel like I could go for a long run tomorrow as well, but I don't think I should, I should hold back a bit, my shoulders you see...
During the last kms today I couldn't help but be very grateful for having gone thought the pain of getting used to running barefoot, the embarrassment of running gingerly over cobble stones, the thorns and gravel and splinters. If this is the experience of running barefoot, then it was all worth it.
You can bet your right arm that I won't have the same experience, and won't be half as grateful, when I hit gravel next time I run.