I offer three pieces of evidence to satisfy your inquiries into the matter. All participating subjects have, at some point within a recent time-frame, run barefoot.

1. So I was running down a hill with a MadMayoite. She was barefoot. “Lean back, right?” she asked. It’s a steep hill. I said “Just bend you knees, relax, and be vertical. Look at the trees – they’re vertical. Be like the trees.”

Be like the trees. I said that in total seriousness.

2. Viper, apparently much more susceptible to hippy-ness than I, has made himself some Huaraches. I’m nowhere near that stage yet, but I must confess I didn’t think to crack a joke at him, so I guess I’m on my way.

3. Jamoosh is thinking of burning his running journal and just going with the flow, man. Again, I’m further implicated as I haven’t been super accurate with times and distances lately, especially if I’m running with the dogs.

Fellow barefooters, please feel free to use the comment section to share and contribute your hippy transformation experiences. Did you used to be a member of the Young Republican’s Club, and now you’re living in a Yurt? Were you a corporate executive at a Fortune 500 company, and now you’re handing out leaflets at protest rallies?

For my shod readers: consider yourself warned.

Ooh! Lentils for dinner!