As I ran through
the wheat fields and then through a pungent yellow sea of oil seed rape, I found
myself reminiscing of my youth, of running the sugar cane trails of the “Savage
South” of Reunion Island. The minimalist running sensation was so liberating
and so enjoyable that lost in my thoughts I found a very comfortable speed and rhythm.
A natural pace.
I was surprised
by how much different the “barefoot” experience was to running in trainers – it
is much more noticeable than road running. I could feel every stone and rock;
every squelch of mud and every patch of gravel – and my lower limb muscles had
to work hard in the uneven surface, stabilizing the body - much more so than when wearing trainers.
Whilst it was a
route I had run many times in trainers it was a totally different experience with
the Vibram’s on. Suddenly the world is viewed at a different magnification,
every crack in the pavement, every tree root rippling the asphalt, every
tussock of grass or mound of mud, every sharp rock; suddenly the path is a
chaotic topography of textures - miniature landscapes, hills valleys and boulders, miniaturized beneath your feet.
The foot becomes this articulating platform,
and the ankle becomes an articulating joint, adapting to the terrain and
changing shape and molding to the different shapes that they land on. And you realize
that you have to pay attention because it really hurts when you step on a sharp
stone, or run over a rocky path. It is a world where you adapt to the terrain,
and you find yourself concentrating on whether you are going to side step an
obstacle, or indeed avoid a particular part of the road altogether.
I experienced
running like I had never experienced it before, it was heavy going on the
muscles of the lower limbs, and the soles of my feet hurt from the pummeling
of the stones and rocks, and yet the sensory feedback allowed me to adapt my
running style and also my route, running slowly and methodically; and finding a
smooth path, in this case a natural gully or gutter, carved by water flow and filled with sand and
detritus which lies next to the rough path. So I ran slower and lighter and
more tentatively; I did concentrate on the two to three feet in front of me,
looking at every conceivable detail, is it mud or dog poo? is it gravel or
rocks? Sand or a puddle? Do I need to tread, sidestep or jump? And this
concentration made the run a sort of meditation.
It wasn’t all
plain sailing; the dew on the grass soaked my feet in the first three minutes
and as I ran with wet feet (and no socks) I could feel my skins start to get
sore. The pummeling of the stones made my feet feel tender and by the time I
reached the decent back into town it was as if my feet were going numb or
swelling or something. But no great harm was done. My muscles had taken a
battering and that was that. I drank a recovery shake and felt quite chuffed. I
mean I am a regular everyday guy and it felt like an achievement, to me. To an athlete
it would be nothing, but I guess that’s not the point, it is the process which
is individual to me; there are, after-all, “many paths to nirvana”.
You know a
neighbor asked me why I run in the five fingers, and as I tried to explain (
not very well) I ended up saying it wasn’t like running in bouncy trainers –
there’s no bounce which acts like a momentum propelling you along. “Well if they
don’t bounce why do you would want to run in them?” was the reply. I realized it
is something you cannot explain, you have to try it and then you will either
get it, or you won’t.
It’s like turning
the act of running into a whole body philosophy, and I believe it changes mind
and the body...and who knows maybe also the spirit. Would I return to normal
trainers? NEVER!
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