Barefoot running

yourself asking this question quite a bit. You may think that a 5k is simple work, you’ve never run up and down hills for 30 minutes straight. Though these things may try and keep you down, you just keep pushing ahead until the next mile point. While running you seem to be in a whole new state of mind and determination. All thoughts disappear and all you can do is run. First I will explain how a Cross Country meet goes. The beginning race is the Junior High girls then the Junior High boys.…

sprinter and a relay so I had to deal with passing off and getting the button while running. I also had to work with stilts I think that's what they are called well I had to put them so they felt comfortable and be easier to run out of. We did this about every practice.…

begin sprinting to the first hurdle that signifies who is running the fastest; I’m shaking; my heart is pounding out of my chest; I feel the sweat dripping down my face already; I think of nothing but my breath and my speed; I begin to feel numb. By the 200 meter mark, I tap into the last ounce of energy left in me to give a last kick to bring me to full speed. I’m at the last hurdle, and I can barely feel my legs, but I have to keep running, only another 10 meters until I cross the finish line.…

“You must expect great things from yourself before you can do them” ( Michael Jordan). Did you know most sports are based on running? Mostly every sport has to involve running, so why not just do it daily without any sports equipment? Here are the three basics steps that would make you into a decent runner, or somewhat close to a runner. Everyone knows that a good runner has a great formation. Therefore, formation would be one of the important steps on becoming a good runner. Formation is…

would hope that it would not start. When the race started, it was extremely intense with all the runners around me moving faster as I struggled to keep up with them. I had a few options in front of me, some were easy and some were really hard while running. My easiest option was to just give up and walk out of the race which tempted me. Another option could be to cut corners and shorten my distance, but the crowd was watching and that would reflect on my…

Last year on a frigid afternoon in May, I laced up my running shoes, ready for another day of practice. Being a captain on the track team, I was also preparing to administer the daily workout to the rest of the team when I heard the frail voice of my 80-year-old coach summoning me. When I approached him, I immediately noticed there was a boy, who I had never seen before, standing beside him. The boy seemed like just another runner until he turned his head just a fraction of an inch. On him, I…

It was my 5th grade year and it was my first ever track meet for this year. Our coach had told us that they would be calling what running event would be coming up. I was put in the 4x200 and also the 4x100 but we had to dropped out of the 4x200 because there were no other team competing in the race. They had just said last call for the 4x200 and that meant that the 4x100 was coming up soon. Our relay had to practice hand offs so they would be perfect for the race. The had the 2nd call for the…

worrying about what they were thinking of me. This was a very important race to me because it was the first time I was running for competition. I went out for cross country so that I could run with people my age instead of on my own, but I never thought I would stay out for cross country because at first I was like, this is dumb why did I do this. But as the season went…

the starting line—Not all as excited as me. After tearing a ligament in my foot a month prior, my foot healed enough to run Sectionals. I wore the “space” boot until my warm-up when I switched to training shoes. As soon as the team and I started running, sharp pain told me that my foot demanded more time to heal—I neglected the pleas of my foot. Why the excitement in such a painful situation? I felt God with me on the starting line. Hundreds of people prayed for me the day of the race and I…

As the powerful Colorado River churned beneath me, as it has for centuries, and the relentless sun peaked over the top of the North Rim, I could not help but feel astounded. I was in a timeless place: a place disconnected from the society I had left behind miles ago. Down here, in the lowest section of the Grand Canyon, it was just me, my friends, and the heat. Always the heat. We had started our journey, a run from the Grand Canyon’s North Rim to the South Rim, at 4 AM in a futile attempt to…