At seven millimeters, my new huaraches are the thinnest, most comfortable I’ve worn. And after a few walks to get used to them, I’ve now taken them for a run. These sandals will likely be the last bit of footwear I use, as I gradually ease into walking and running entirely barefoot — because I’ve realized that for me, the best, most comfortable, most reliable shoes I can wear are no shoes at all. Yes, after a lifetime of conventional shoes, it took a while to build up foot strength. But once I kicked them off, it was amazing how quickly my feet, and my whole body, began to respond. And yes, I understand how fortunate I am to live in an area where icy days are few. I’m far from an expert, on walking, running, or anything else. I only know what works for me, and that going without shoes is one of the healthiest, most beneficial things I’ve ever done. I’m eager to be on my feet, and to feel whatever the terrain has to offer. It’s a vital form of connection and communication. And the pain of constriction, of heels, of padding, and all of the jolting they incurred, is gone. As an unremarkable and very average human being almost sixty-six years of age, I have re-learned what I knew as a child: that I’m made to walk and run, and to be pain-free and joyful whether I’m in the yard, on the street, or on the trail.
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