Ken Bob’s bloody shoes after 18 miles (1998 May 10) Silverado Canyon, Orange CA – bloody napkin was from another runner who fell downhill on the gravel trails (possibly after tripping over her shoe?)
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This was a nice fun run … sort of
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Some fellow (and fellowess) friends from A Snail’s Pace Running Club invited me to an 18 mile “fun” trail run. The day before the run Tammy called me up and told me I should bring my running shoes because the trails were mostly sharp pointy stones. She was right. There were several miles of sharp, jagged, stones about 1 inch and larger in diameter (may have been some smaller stones hiding under the large stones).
Tammy and I were running down one of these steep hills pretty quickly, when Tammy decided to trip (on her shoe or shoelace?), and slide across some of this gravel on her hands and knees. (see photo of my bloody shoes, and napkin with her blood on it).
I may have been able to run barefoot, but probably would have had a tough time keeping up. On the other hand – er foot – the shoes blistered my tender feet (the tops, not the soles) after about 15 miles. By mile 16 there was blood showing through my shoes. I rinsed the shoes off by running through a stream about a mile before we finished, but by then the blood was still obvious, though a bit less than before I rinsed them off.
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- Ken Bob’s bloody shoes after 18 miles (1998 May 10) Silverado Canyon, Orange CA – bloody napkin was from another runner who fell downhill on the gravel trails (possibly after tripping over a shoelace?)
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Ouch..
As you suggest in your book, maybe it is not wise to run some routes unless we are in a dire situation. Like boiling asphalt, lava, floor with razorblades, field with mines, etc…
Because we are wearing a shoe, we feel a false sense of security. Our senses are muted.
Listen to your feet, they are wise.
And we are very rarely in a truly dire situation… and I’ve never seen boiling asphalt, other than in a tank of boiling asphalt before it’s poured. And we worry about slicing our soles on razorblades that, well I’ve only seen laying on the ground a couple of times, but we scrape other razorblades across some of the most sensitive skin on a daily basis.
And the only sensible way to get across hot lava on foot is to RUN, RUN VERY FAST!