I guess it's on of those milestone events that stay with you, I remember very clearly the first time I went for a run barefoot. It was early morning, sun just rising, I thought I'd feel more comfortable with less folk about only to turn a corner and run into a bunch of about thirty or so very drunk, very loud football supporters waiting for a coach to be taken to the match. I had what you could call a baptism of fire, looking back it's funny but at the time I thought I was a gonna. What's your recollections, experiences, feelings? New to barefoot or old guard, it doesn't matter, just thought it would be nice to here how people made their first steps into this wonderful world of barefootedness.