Okay so I put on the Lunas this time really tight and went outside for a test run. (For me a run is all of a few hundred feet folks, I’m not a runner.) A lot of things were running through my mind, and none at all. They call you to run. It’s weird. It’s like walking isn’t walking anymore, but running is walking.
I came up with this idea yesterday, that the walking of lore was really running. That is to say that human beings would run when traveling, they wouldn’t walk as we know it today. So I’m guessing, kind of imagining that the word for “walking” back in the distant past really meant “running” as in we humans didn’t “walk” anywhere, we simply ran.
How do I know? I don’t, but there is something to this notion, Born To Run. Off subject but on subject I know (my friend Chauncey always says that “off subject but on subject” and then launches in to something completely different only not completely).
Back to the Lunas.
First impressions out in them mostly on bare ground:
- You are very careful walking, on pavement, dirt, gravel, any ground
- You want to run, not walk
- They feel really good on your feet
- They can cover any terrain, I hit dirt, asphalt, 3/4 crushed rock, heavy meadow grass and all were not a problem
- Wear them tight, you don’t want them flopping around
So me, the not a runner dude, took off running. I don’t jog I don’t think, I mean, what is jogging anyway? So I ran a short distance, and then did what I love best, broke into a full sprint. Incredible. Up on my toes, wind ripping through my hair, sandals glued to my feet like a part of me.
I also find an efficiency factor. Because of less weight in part I’m sure, and because our blood music kicks in and we move naturally the way the foot is optimized to do, we move more efficiently. I just might stop calling it running and call it moving. All of it, walk, jog, run, it’s just moving.
I’ll say it again. I’m not a “runner”. I get winded really easy. I’m over thirty pounds over a pretty chunky medium build 5 10. I’m mid forties. I have the bad fat tire from adrenal too much beer and floury crappy carbs, and I still felt really light footed and efficient. I’m pretty light footed anyway I guess, but these things were positively freeing.
Bottom line, I could go further more efficiently having more fun and get less winded. Maybe I’ll become a runner.
I should mention I live in Cascadel, the old Cascadel Ranch that was chopped up into a high density highly forested subdivision back in the fifties.
Cascadel is at 3800 feet elevation in North Fork California in the Sierra Nevadas about ten minutes from Bass Lake and an hour from the 41 south entrance to Yosemite National Park. I live right on an awesome creek with massive granite terrain just minutes from my door.
The landscape is mixed conifer, big pines, black oaks, meadow. So I have some pretty rugged and beautiful ground handy to test these on nearby.
Let me digress before I lose this thought about running versus walking and there really being no distinction between them and that making that distinction has been a major loss to humans. I’m trying to articulate the “makes you want to run” thing.
Wearing these sandals you are really careful in how you walk. It sensitizes your feet, just like being barefoot. The vibram soles feel really good on your feet. You are aware of your locomotion and not just bigger hammer pounding your way through terrain. They are amazing on gravel or whatever, that vibram is remarkable, as I imagine the original tires would be as well.
I gently tried to bruise my foot with a rock (I imagine it can be done with enough pressure) and was really amazed how those soles surround the rock and make the rocks feel soft and insignificant. I’ve bruised my feet in my Merrill around town boots before, easier than these I bet.
Anyway, walking is just sort of like your feet and body are saying “yeah, okay, so what’s the hold up? get moving!”. Seriously, you really want to run. And that brings me back to my imagining that people never used to differentiate between walking and running because there was only moving, what we call running.
I like to imagine there weren’t “runners”, we were all runners. You didn’t “walk” to get anywhere, you simply moved and that meant running. Walking around camp or whatever was probably known as being still, and when you were on the move, you ran.
I have to admit, as I told Judy, that I really loved Born To Run in a lot of ways and this could all be projection, that I’m projecting these thoughts and feelings as I would expect to do, auto suggestion. And maybe I am.
But in this life, so far, I’ve learned, to the point of pain, that what one believes to be so is what you’ll experience, whether it is real or not.
If I’m paranoid, I may or may not have someone out to get me, but I still feel paranoid. And just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you. So ignorance is bliss, delusion is, well not delusion to the deluded. So when you know the facts, and others don’t, you can’t be making them know them too, but I digress, again.
Point being is that what I’m sharing here is real to me, and these sandals are badass.
More to come,