No, I'm not

This is in response to the woman who was running in the opposite direction the past Sunday morning -- "No, I'm not."

Huh? Well, as she passed me (Ihad been running ahead of her for 1/2 mile or so before Iturned around, and we passed going oposite directions), we exchanged quick "good mornings", then she got in a "You're awesome!" as Iwas already past her.

I'm 99% sure this was because I'm not a shod runner.

But Ididn't really have time to explain how wrong she was.

Idon't run this way for any good reason, other than the fact that Ifailed miserably as a runner in shoes. So when I, out of desperation, tried out barefoot running a few years ago, it wasn't out of some act of triumph. It was an acknowledgement of my complete failure as a shod runner. Ihad given up fighting the pain. Ihad pretty much given up on running.

Okay, so for the most part, going barefoot has been a good thing, and I'm now much more of a runner than I ever was before.

But I'm now "awesome". If Iwas, Iwould be able to run in shoes.

I don't run barefoot to be special or to stand out or to accomplish anything. Irun barefoot just to run.