My highest mileage month ever, this March.  105.2, mostly on the road.  Trails are nicer, more fun, more comfortable, but the Wisconsin Marathon is next.  A road race.

Running in fivefingers is like learning how to run all over again.  Trails, I got that.  Roads, that’s a whole different thing.  No stumps to watch out for, but no room for forgiveness.  If I’m getting sloppy, I find out instantly.  I’m using my calves more.  My foot strike is farther forward.

In the snow, sometimes, there were only the slightest impressions of my heel.

I did 16, 18 okay on the roads.  My 20 was terrible, but that happens.  Last weekend I hit the slop mud, frozen mud on the trails.  I called it my 23 mile recovery run.  The recovery was mostly mental, a green refresh.

I started running part time in my fivefingers about a year ago.  Full time eight months ago.  Since then, I have given my green KSOs more abuse than I ever heaped on any shoe.  I ran on dirt, mud, rocks, and in Lake Superior.  Concrete and asphalt.  I ran in snow, rain, below freezing.  Ice.  I kicked things, tore small holes in the fabric.  Scuffed the tops of two toes open.  Wore through between some toes.  They’ve been sewn shut, wrapped in duct tape and electrical tape.  Frankenfivefingers.

I have punished them mercilessly.  And they have given me love for 600 miles.  I’ve started wearing a new pair, but I don’t think the green ones are done just yet.

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