Interesting conversation with my neighborhood tonight. I was setting up a basketball hoop, and my neighbor who I never really formally meet came out and asked if I needed help, he had a Budweiser as well for him and me, awesome. He grew up in Costa Rica, and he was saying how he likes to see me running barefoot.
To get to the gist of the story, when growing up in Costa Rica he was extremely poor and his family couldn't afford shoes. So from when he was born to about 13 years old he went barefoot, everywhere. He said the streets were never paved but all rocks, like golf ball size, and he ran on those streets everyday to school. I said he how did you do that? He said easy, my feet adapted and I knew where to step and how to step. He would run/hike in the mountains in Costa Rica all day and come home at sunset. He said nothing would pierce his feet, such as burs, or anything sharp.
To get to the gist of the story, when growing up in Costa Rica he was extremely poor and his family couldn't afford shoes. So from when he was born to about 13 years old he went barefoot, everywhere. He said the streets were never paved but all rocks, like golf ball size, and he ran on those streets everyday to school. I said he how did you do that? He said easy, my feet adapted and I knew where to step and how to step. He would run/hike in the mountains in Costa Rica all day and come home at sunset. He said nothing would pierce his feet, such as burs, or anything sharp.