The Good: First barefoot run of the year yesterday; low 50s, 5 miles with my Red-Hot Smokin’ Wife (hereinafter the “RHSW”); mud squishing between my toes.
The Bad: Umm, it’s not spring. Crunchy scrub instead of grass. Cedar thorns in my baby-smooth feet that haven’t been exposed since November.
The Ugly: Stubbing my big toe while simultaneously trying to avoid 1) a swath of bird poop under an overpass; 2) plowing into the RHSW after attempt #1. Blood. Minor nail damage. Perhaps a ligament strain. I’ll live.