Jun
30
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BRS Member Profile of the Week - Robin (Norm, a.k.a., Deplume) RobinsonA Sense of Humor to Boot
BRS Member, Robin Robinson, but you know her as Norm, Norm Deplume, Mrs. Deplume, Mrs. Davie Deplume, is 37, and for the past 4-1/2 years has lived in Eureka, Illinois, with her husband Chris and their two children. Now how did a girl named Robin find a guy with the last name Robinson? That’s what I want to know. She lists her pets as “our cat Penny and her cat Yoda.” Too funny.
Robin admits, “I am pretty unable to be serious for more than about 20 minutes at a stretch. Even in the darkest of times, I have an intense need to crack a joke to lighten the mood.”Robin has attended Illinois Central College and Illinois Wesleyan University and has earned a BS in Religion. She likes to knit and crochet and work on fixing up “our fixer-upper of a house.” Robin works for a small newspaper company as a Proofreader of...
Jun
21
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MemberBlog of the Week -
Boston Bound
ByBarefoot Glen

"Ouch, that looks painful" went through my mind as I paced in back of a barefoot runner for several minutes at the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Marathon last year. He was one of several barefoot runners I saw during the race. I was curious enough to Google the topic that evening, and after my research I was surprised to find myself thinking, "this totally makes sense." A couple weeks later, while scouting a trail for a future backpack trip I was going to lead for a hiking organization I founded called Perfect Pace, I ran into a backpacker who was hiking from the Mexican border to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail barefooted. Stopped in awe, I watched him continue over the hills overlooking Anza Borrego Desert.I then looked down at my feet which were stricken in pain. Not only were they throbbing in my trail runners, but both feet and legs were encased in expensive, black, plastic, custom, orthotic braces that...
Jun
18
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Welcome Dr. Michael Nirenberg,
the BRS's Resident Podiatrist

The Barefoot Runners Society would like to welcome a distinguished podiatrist to our midst, Michael Nirenberg, DPM.You can call him Dr. Mike. Some of you may recognize him from postings on the Barefoot Runner’s Forum on Runner's World where he has been a valuable asset to the barefoot and minimalist runners there. Dr. Mike is one of the few podiatrists in the country who actively supports the barefoot and minimalist running community and general barefoot living and activity as well. Dr. Mike provides a good counterbalance to those podiatrists who would advise against barefoot and minimalist activity.

The BRS feels that it is important to have someone of Dr. Mike’s caliber available to you, so we were truly excited when he agreed to come on board as the BRS’s Resident Podiatrist. In order to make him available to the BRS members, the BRS has created a forum for you to post questions to Dr. Mike called “Ask...
Jun
16
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Bow Hunt
By Nyal

One November day, several years ago, I found myself with some surprise creeping through some bushes deep in the Arkansas wilderness. I was forced to be cautious of branches that whipped backwards, scratching my exposed skin, and dousing my already wet clothing with more moisture. It was early and it was cold, and I remember seriously questioning my judgment as I gingerly stepped in the muddy impressions left by my host who was largely responsible for this trip.

I had met and talked with a man who was an avid hunter, who invited me out to observe the wildlife and his efforts to dominate it. Well, that, and he needed help hauling a carcass out of the brush. I consented on account of the fact that I loved the taste of venison and had no interest in hunting generally and gleefully relished the prospect of attaining fresh meat while possessing none of the skills required for obtaining it.

Essentially, this is the whole story: we caught nothing. My...