When in Rome be a Roman.
If you are a runner there’s possibly no better city than Bangalore for year-round running. There’s at most one hot month and even then the mornings are nothing remotely like Chennai. There’s hardly a run where I don’t thank my stars I’m in Bangalore!
While it’s widely known that Bangalore roads are terrible for motorists, it’s probably the worst city for barefoot runners.
If the roads weren’t this bad I might have never switched to 4mm huaraches.
Inflection points in my barefoot journey:
- Where/how it all began – Time to pitter patter
- When it came time to ‘sandal up’ – Say hello to huaraches
- Jettisoning shoes in my walking life – When life gives you a ripped toe you make lemonade
- Craving for shoes (yeah – really) – When a sacred bull got a beating
- End of BF running as I know it? – Bangalore Ultra 2014 race report
The rhythm seemed to return but it would get punctured every time a blasted pebble got stuck in my sandals. This probably happened a 100 times and I only exaggerate slightly. THIS was the elephant in the room “rhythm crusher” that I had missed! After running KTM for the third consecutive time barefoot (barely 2 months ago) and extracting 25+ thorns, I resolved to NOT run barefoot at that course again. Now extrapolating this Aha moment to Ultra with its pebble-laden obstacle gotchas and non-trivial stretches of gravel-masquerading-as-road would require a level of intelligence that I clearly did not possess. Or maybe it was bravado?
The above extract is from the Bangalore Ultra 2014 race report. I wouldn’t blame you if you concluded that I relapsed from a barefoot to a shod runner.
However, that hasn’t happened yet.
Barefoot running is religion. Barring the Tarahumara, Zola Budd, and a smattering of insanely talented (but pecuniary) elite runners who only knew barefoot running, the rest are mostly the born again religious variety.
Given how the resurgence (or the start?) of modern barefoot running was inspired by Born to Run, the anti-shod religious moorings should not surprise us too much.
As a practitioner, observer of other Bangalore barefoot runners, and chronicler of barefoot running in India, I know very few barefoot purists – the ones who run *all* their runs barefoot. If you excluded the slower runners, you have maybe 2-3 such runners (in India). The most famous in that exclusive list is Thomas Bobby Philip. Someday a tome will be written about this mutant runner with a VO2Max of 65 and an enviable Benjamin Button core.
The rest of the barefoot runners who have persisted for longer than 3 years (and I include myself in this category) have dabbled with various forms of minimalist footwear (sandals, Vibram 5-fingers or zero-drop 4mm shoes) before finding their ‘new normal’.
For many, the new normal was Vibrams all the time or sandals all the time. For me, it’s been an annual reset of the previous normal.
What’s my current normal? Barefoot for my speed/hill runs and sandals for the long runs on Bangalore roads though I’ll shed my sandals for more of my long runs to re-acclimarize myself for SCMM 2017.
Give me a smooth urban terrain and I’ll run barefoot anyday.
When in Rome, or any city with smooth asphalt or concrete, I’ll run barefoot anyday. For any distance.