Barefoot running is the title. No, I don't do it, my friend Markus does it.
He swears by it, something about how that's how humans ran back then on the African veranda. Me, when I run with Markus, I'm in my broken-down Aisics but I notice the looks we get from runners running past, even those cacooned within their earbuds.
Markus called on Friday and I ran 5 miles with him, a tempo run for sure since he's faster than me. It was good, probably the pace was in the mid-8:30's per mile.
Markus is a former, and infrequent current, running buddy of mine. I worked hard to keep up, in my dotage.