But simply putting something different on your feet doesn’t make you a gliding Tarahumara. The “one best way” isn’t about footwear. It’s about form. Learn to run gently, and you can wear anything. Fail to do so, and no shoe — or lack of shoe — will make a difference.
This really is the whole point: Be gentle, soft (and quiet), no matter what you wear on your feet.
The bond between a person and his big toenail can be a beautiful thing, offering warmth, protection, and companionship. But all things must pass. If the time arises to part with one’s toenail, here are some tips on how to make the parting less painful. I caution that I am not a medical doctor; nor do I play one on television.
1. After the race, gently insert a sterilized needle under the toenail, to pop and drain the blisters under the nail. This will relieve pressure on the nail, and restore considerable sensation to the big toe underneath.
2. Wait two or three weeks.
3. The new nail will bud under the nail, and the old nail will gradually loosen.
Sorry I've been out of touch for a while; I've been busy with clinics and updating the website. If it's been a while since you've seen it check out the new look of www.corerunning.com.
I was at a lecture last night presented by Dr. Jack Taunton, one of Canada's premier sports medicine doctors and a runner himself.
The Seymour Sweep involves bagging all of the named peaks in the Fannin Range in one day. This takes some doing. Few have been successful. Those who have experienced hardship.
It's been a while since I wrote as I've been busy putting together lots of great information for you. I'll be sharing all my hard work with you over the coming weeks so keep an eye on your inbox.
When I think of personal athletic turning points, one jumps to the top of the list. I am one of the few people you might know who has run themselves to death... and lived to tell the tale.
Friends and fellow runners, I don't recommend you follow my example of being a dumb-ass about how you approach your races. This is a true story, however, and I share it to the best of my recollection.
WRT a recent review of a running book (Born to Run), I belong to a book club. For the upcoming book club meeting, each member of the club is supposed to write a little story about a "turning point" in their lives.
Blame it on injuries, kids, budget, time or whatever, it's been a while since I participated in a race that really, really meant a lot to me.
I was so jazzed the first time I ran the Boston Marathon, I couldn't sleep for a full week leading up to it. At the start in Hopkinton, I was so nervous that I pee'd down my leg. (Yes, in a big crowd of runners as the announcer counted down! No, I wasn't the only one, either!)