Finally, my bare feet lasted 5 miles.
From Rodeo to Slauson, I pushed my bare feet past better judgment this morning. The best part was when at two different times, complete strangers asked, "Are you okay?" "Do you need some help?"
Apparently, a 200-pound chango wearing only shorts, no shoes, no shirt, looks like he's in distress. The weird thing is, I was smiling the whole time. How these South Central locals got distress still confuses me.
Anyway, the point here is if 5 miles is possible, why not ten or twenty.
It's only a matter of time.