When sprinting barefoot in the grass (which we do only occasionally) we’re transported back in time. We’re transformed from seventy year old senior citizens to seventeen year old kids. It’s a foot massage in the cool green dew of a summer morning. It’s exotic if not erotic.
It’s sure footing with feet and toes being allowed to do what they were naturally designed to do. The lack of foot support strengthens the toes and the arches, which in turn is good for the ankles, the knees, and the lower back. It feels good. It’s Mother Nature’s foot massage.
Do we sprint barefoot in the grass often? No. It’s a special treat. Is it for everyone? No. But then again sprinting isn’t for everyone either. It’s for adventurers who still want to play with life. Who want to know if they still can play with life. Bottom line, it’s just plain fun.
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