Went for a run today in my Vibram FiveFingers, and felt great. So great, in fact, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud, charging down the mountain on a snow-covered deer trail, jogging through ankle-deep, ice-cold mud on the power line road.
I've got spring fever: it's warm, it's sunny, it's changing. I don't want to be inside all afternoon. I'd go crazy. I'll take Annie Dillard's advice: "Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you."
I've had a real longing lately to spend my days running on the beaches of Florida or the forests of Michigan. I've never liked running so much before - I've never realized we were designed to run.
Go barefoot. Go running.