Pretty soon, they are going to have to call me Barefoot Ed or something. This weekend, I ran totally barefoot twice. I did two miles on Friday morning, and I did two-and-a-half hilly miles on Sunday. Later Sunday morning, I did another 1.5 miles -- shod -- with my daughter. This morning, I gave the soles a break and ran two shod miles. All in all, my feet are doing well, and I am pleased with how the transition is going. No stubbed toes or lacerations. I feel like I could probably start adding mileage in another week. Not too much. Maybe a half mile barefoot here and there.
My daughter is doing great with cross-country. Thursday, she did hill repeats. I watched as children transformed from snarky, sassy, noisy bundles of energy to sweaty, whining, miserable goo-sacks in about fifteen minutes. I should be ashamed at how much I enjoyed watching their suffering, but I think adults are supposed to encourage them to suffer. It builds character or somesuch. In any case, watching my baby girl grind up the long, merciless hill six times made me proud. I was 38 before I dared to do such an unpleasant workout, and I certainly never tried it when it was >90°. She'll have character coming out of her ears before this season is over. I won't say she's enjoying it. She's like me in some ways. She looks back on her practices fondly when they are behind her.
By the way, I didn't join her because a) I was helping Coach run the practice and b) I friggin' hate hill repeats. Yeah, I was the bastard counting repetitions and telling the poor whipper-snappers to go Go GO! Muahahahaha!
All in all, I am pleased with how my running is going. I'm impatient to increase my miles, but that's managable. I'm thinking about my next race and wondering where and when it will be.
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