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Vibram Five Fingers

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It’s not barefoot running, ok? It’s running with a very light shoe. That aside, blisters and Vibram Five Finger shoes are not something I would associate with each other untill this week. I have been incorporating minimalist running into my training since January and have been very pleased with the progress.

You see, I run like a bull, but think I float like Rudolf Nureyev, my gift in life, is to be self delusional in the face of logic and experience. Hence, my purchase of the Vibram Five Fingers. They have been the tool used to help me improve my running posture. Dr. Nicholas Romanov developed a technique for running called the Pose Running Technique, and I have tried to incorporate his advice into my running and have been enjoying the results and running injury free all year.

That is until, caution was thrown to the wind and instead of a gentle 9km trail run in the hills behind my house I ran hell for leather in the ‘vibes’ for 18kms. It was an absolute blast, and a joy to feel my legs up the cadence in a really smooth manner. On finishing the run I realised a nice callus on my big toe had torn off. No debate, no heat build up that I could remember, no pain. It was just gone and that was that. Time to accept that I’d have a stinging big toe for a couple of weeks.

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The aim is to run a twenty miler this Sunday, so a few swear words fell out of my mouth. No big deal really, but out of interest, I started to really poke around inside the toes of the vibrams, lo and behold, the cause of the problem was simple. Inside each toe, especially the big toe and little toe of each shoe was a nasty ridge of cloth where the shoe liner met some other part of the shoe. I put aside some time and visited several different running shops and checked out what vibrams they had on display. It was a surprise to find that my shoes were not exceptional. Especially my version of the shoe had the most pronounced ‘ridge.’ It certainly felt sharp, and was most likely the reason for the rapid blistering.

Finding a temporary solution to the problem, blister repair patches was easy, they were a bit awkward to cut and fit over the nastier ridges in the vibrams, but hopefully they’ll do the trick. I would hate to have to give up my vibrams, but still Inov8 and several other shoe makers have shoes worth looking at.

There was over run 800kms in my last pair of Brooks Adrenaline shoes, and I have yet to get a blister from them. They are so good I picked up another pair that are currently getting broken in. Next chance I get, I’ll give the Vibes a run out, hopefully next week before I taper into the Clonakilty Wavefront Marathon. Let’s see if they gift me any more blisters, or have I done enough to avoid them?

Written by dwyersean

November 1, 2012 at 10:06 pm

Running, The Four Stages

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Stage 1. Oh my God I can’t breath, I’m going to die.
Stage 2. This is good! Damn I’m injured.
Stage 3. Still feckin’ injured. I must search for the ‘Cure.’
Stage 7. Running Nirvana.

There are Stages 4, 5, and 6 but most folks jump those and bounce back to Stage 1. Stages 4 through to 6 are are stages one must find out for one’s self

There’s also the Horror Stage, usually after several gallons of the Devil’s milk. But it can occur at any stage. Of course…

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November 1, 2012 at 9:44 pm

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Car Parks

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A car park in West Dublin, sex and isolation seem strange to see in context. Yet there it was a spent condom in a hotel car park and an empty security box smack in the middle of the car park. A banal, hum drum, everyday encounter. The emptyness yet routine function of the security box and the condom were not lost on me. Both used, but was there a promise of more work in the presence of one or both?

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September 17, 2012 at 6:53 am

Moods

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Light, sky, clouds, dark, strange colours, contrast, odd composition.
It must mean mood. Not mean mood. Just the meaning of mood, in a picture. Not the, becoming mean of a mood. Ok, just moody. (I was running at the time I snapped this, so t’was not I who was in the mood.)
‘In the mood’ can be good though, a Miles Davis ‘Kind of Blue.’

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September 17, 2012 at 6:29 am

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Found Objects with iPhone

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Sometimes the beautiful and intriguing come along when one least expects it.

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And sometimes the beautiful can be intriguing.

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August 15, 2012 at 12:18 am

iPhone ever ready

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The iPhone is a fun note taker. As much for it’s ability to process pictures in camera as for it’s image quality, which is fine as a note taker.

Photographers, especially neophytes, crave symmetry. Symmetry in gear, composition, exposure. Indeed sometimes old dogs have to break the ‘mould’ (sic) and learn from the happy mistakes of the young.

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This picture was processed through the Best Picture app and then put through the Photoshop app, Photoshop has extended it’s library of frames and 99.99% are crap. In fact the one frame I loved and would actually pay for is gone. That’s the big problem with these apps. A lack of consistency.

Consistency is one of those things all snappers should crave.

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July 18, 2012 at 9:39 am

The Blank Page

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The problem with a blank page is that it is blank. It is noticed only if one decides that it needs to be filled. Then the task is simple. Fill the page.

How should one approach this? Should one use blocks of colour or apply charcoal and sketch? One could write a poem or glue Autumnal leaves in their ever brown decay, on the page.

A blank page is infinite in it’s possibilities. Indeed, if one were to perform calculus on the page, one might never even get to the end. There are an infinite number of points between the beginning and the end. Is there an end?

Now, the blank page is the potential of infinite possibilities and the filled page is the actuality of possibility ad infinitum, described. Truth or untruth?

I draw on my memory, as if assembling thin delicate threads to weave an image, delicate as a spiders web, caught in the evening light.

The night dew has decended and the web is damaged. Nothing is ever perfect. No matter, function does rule form. We come to love form for it’s reliability, it ability, it’s love of use, our need for work, to be sustained, to bring sustenance.

And so the blank page, brings hope. It is alive with possibility, and like the common garden spider, we cast out the work, and hope that what is cast will net a reward.

Fill the page.

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July 11, 2012 at 11:16 pm