Last week, Barefoot Angie Bee talked about doing stuff that leaves her feeling like a badass (Our post of the day on our facebook page). It was great post and I could sense the joy and exhileration coming out of it. It left wondering when the last time was that I did something like that. When was the last time a felt like a badass?
It stuck with me all week. I had visions of crawling across Crinkle Crags or plunging into underground caverns. An opportunity came when I was invited to enter the Pandemonium obstacle race in February but I can’t help thinking that the answer lies much closer to home.
I have been getting up at 5.30am recently and getting out there in all weathers to do at least a barefoot mile. Because of the cold, I felt that I had been neglecting barefoot running a little.
So…here I am, pitter-pattering in the dark with my headtorch on. I pass a few dog walkers and I am sure that they are not blown away by my form. I hardly feel like Mo Farrah as I handle the patches of rough stuff on my route.
I don’t feel badass when I am running. It is later, when I am walking into work, that it hits me the most. I can feel the aftermath of my barefoot run in my feet. I love it. It reminds me that although I have a suit and tie persona, I am also badass barefooter with soles that sing all day.
..and it isn’t Andy Williams that they are gently crooning. My feet sing rock!
I also love that feeling in my legs after a long run. In my teens, I remember training for my first really long fell race and then walking to the football with the run still in my legs. I was a badass fellrunner back then. The feeling is the same.
Runners get so much advice that stays on the right side of cautious that it easy to be too sensible all the time. I am one of those advice givers. Talking to a runner recently, the sensible thing for the runner to do was back off a little. That was always going to be my advice but I also acknowledged that there are going to be times when pushing it and feeling the joy are worth the risk.
Last year I wrote about missing the butterflies in my stomach. I had been reading so many posts that talked about being steady and taking it step by step. The problem was that I missed those butterflies in my stomach. For me, perhaps Angie Bee’s advice should read.
‘Do something that gives you butterflies in your stomach.’
I feel like I need to cowboy up a bit and treat my feet a bit rougher at times. Let them work out what it is that I am trying to do and then let my body do its wondrous stuff. Just get out there sometimes and not worry to much about it.
A barefoot mile isn’t amazing but my rock singing soles left me feeling like a badass all day.
To feel badass, I need not put life and limb at risk and it needn’t be about running. The most terrified that I have ever been was auditioning in front of a panel for a barbershop quartet. Sheer terror, I lost control of my legs and my knees actually knocked. It took days for the adreneline to seep away and gave me flashbacks. That is another story.
Life should not always be sensible and we all need to scare ourselves now and again. I love that feeling when you have no idea whether you can do something but just go for it anyway.
Henceforth, you can call me the ‘Butterfly Hunter’ I am going off in search of a few. Who knows where it will lead.
I would love to hear your butterfly laden tales. The sort that make you feel that you are alive. If you have one to share then please contact me using the form at the top of the page.
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