Barefoot Shoes Are Great, but They're Not Perfect

Photo of Aspen Vista trail by taylorandayumi/Flickr

The other weekend I ran a trail race for the first time since moving to New Mexico earlier this year. It didn't go well.

I'm not in good shape, which I blame on adopting a puppy who likes to chew my hands, hates sleeping, and has these namby-pamby "growth plates" that won't close for another year and mean he'll "get arthritis" if I take him running. (I predict a return to glory once he can train with me next summer. So, watch out.) Making matters somewhat worse, the course I ran started at 10,000 feet and climbed 5.8 miles to 12,000 feet, an elevation I've exceeded only one other time in my life, then returned to the start.

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