by Thom • January 31, 2013
They were chasing me because they wanted to know the color of my polish.
The last half-marathon I ran was the America’s Finest City, on San Diego’s hottest day of the year in August 2012. I ran shod, and predictably, after the race I was injured, this time in my hip. I’d just started reading Born to Run, but was only about a third of the way through it. Still to come was McDougall’s spirited indictment of the running shoe industry, his account of Lieberman’s Harvard study on barefoot running, and Caballo Blanco gliding over hills in the Copper Canyon. I had no idea how my running life was about to change…
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