Wednesday, 19 November 2014

T-Rocket Sandals: Home

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T Rockets™ are a range of handmade sandals to suit the athletic pursuits of passionate runners, walkers and other leisure seekers. The T Rocket™ range has been developed by Andrew Barnes in South Africa. All models have been vigorously tested in harsh local conditions giving rise to a sandal that is now enjoyed and appreciated by enthusiasts around the world. Each sandal is handcrafted using meticulous attention to detail.


T Rockets­™ incorporate several unique features including class leading footbed grip, weight saving unique "banana" cut, 3 way fully adjustable lacing, dual compound polyurethane soles and also removable or exchangeable soles. 



We argue that sandal running should be embraced by all as a training option that is integrated with your regular schedule. An occasional "sandal" session is sure to help both form and physique.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

The Non-Definitive Guide to Running a Barefoot Marathon (Hint: Plan not to do this)

OK so you want to run a barefoot 42? Well, that's the first mistake. You must definitely not have this as a goal. If you profess to want to run a barefoot marathon you will start to obsess about your feet, you will fear the possible damage, and the insults, and generally your mental condition will deteriorate to the point that you will not succeed. So the first point is this. Tell yourself,  "I do not want to run a barefoot marathon", then go and run a few barefoot miles. That's the start.

I am not an expert. I have run a few barefoot marathons. That is unimportant. If you ask someone that has run 100 barefoot marathons they will give you all sorts of misleading advice. They will say it's easy. They will say this because they have forgotten what it was like to run their first. So I am writing this before I too am sucked into the vortex of memory loss and delusion.

The first part of the plan is clear. You DON'T want to run a barefoot marathon and you must believe this implicitly. The next part is to make sure that your conviction holds true for at least 3 years or more. This can be achieved in a number of ways. Upon waking every morning you can repeat to yourself  "I do not want to run a barefoot marathon". 

By now the plan should be taking shape. You have given yourself at least 3 years grace. During this time progress as quickly as possible to the thinnest most unprotective footwear you can find. And if you can't find anything in your local Nike shop then go home and fashion something out of old carpets or car mats. Do not worry about what any of the experts tell you. If your feet hurt keep running. This may exacerbate your stress fracture turning it into a full-blown displaced fracture but this is a small and insignificant inconvenience. Remember that when the fracture heals it creates a stronger portion of the metatarsal. This is "strength" building of the highest order.

After 2 or 3 years you should be comfortably running in your minimal footwear and perhaps even doing a few barefoot miles here and there. But the bottom line remains - you do not want to run a barefoot marathon. By this stage you will know that you do not want to run a barefoot marathon because your irregular barefoot runs will be fraught with drama. You will find glass embedded in your feet. Toxic thorns  (we have these around here) will sink into the soft flesh at the base of your toes and cause painful swelling. Your feet will ache at times and you will doubt your chances of full recovery. Indeed there will be moments of  such intense pain  -- when you land, full stride on unseen sharp stones -- that you'll be reduced to infantile tears.

But this is nothing because you know you do not want to run a barefoot marathon. However your 3 years, your holiday, your sabbatical will come to an end. This is the time for some stealth planning. By this I mean you need to make plans in such a way that you yourself do not fully realise the implication thereof.  Make plans that even you cannot unravel, Stealth Plans. 

Firstly find an accomplice, or in my case two. Find someone to do a few longer barefoot runs with. Preferably choose someone that will ridicule your motivations because, counter intuitively, this will only strengthen your resolve at a deeply subconscious level. The mocking from your accomplice will help. In my case I solicited a second accomplice to actually run with me on my marathon attempt. 

Trevor, my accomplice registering for the Cape Town Marathon

At this time you should be comfortably battling through a few barefoot runs each week. It is better to do these longer runs on the worst road surface you can locate. This will prepare you in a perverse manner. Do not try and run barefoot everyday. Rather do a longer barefoot run and then switch to minimal shoes for a day or two before going barefoot again. This allows the feet to get tougher.

The next part of the Stealth Plan, is to locate the marathon you don't think you should run, certainly not barefoot. The most important thing is surface condition so do not choose an event in a derelict, decaying and generally decrepit town. Another important variable is weather. Make sure the experts are not expecting a blizzard and that the early morning temperatures for the race will not cause frostbite in your lower extremities. Then do not enter it. Not until the very last moment. In my case, at the last minute, the entry was extended by a week. This was a windfall. I had a whole new week to not enter. You do not want to enter until the last moment because as soon as you pay your fee, the Stealth game is up. Whoops? Am I going to run this barefoot? Yes dude, you are! You are now trapped in your own web of deceit.


After 3-4 years of not wanting to run a barefoot marathon you will now have a week or two to evaluate your sudden change of stance. A pitiful evaluation nonetheless. These will be taper days and you will only be able to squeeze in a few last minute furtive sprints around the block. But importantly that sense of morbid dread will only corrode your stomach for the time remaining until the race, and not a full 3 years.

Race registration

And so to the race, or rather the day before. You should be barefoot all the time, not to run, but to walk and play. Do not lie in bed and do not lie in a bath. In fact do not shower or bath before your run. Keep your feet hard. Your plans for the race should also include all sorts of escape tricks. Carry some phone numbers, some spare cash and if you can, carry some back-up footwear or have it stationed at places on the run. Running barefoot puts different stresses on your lower legs and abdomen so take some electrolytes to prevent the chance of cramping in strange places.

Now the race itself. The first thing that will strike you is that you cannot easily run amongst a big start crowd. Barefoot runners need at least 3 or 4 meters of clear road ahead so that you can see, anticipated and avoid small yet dangerous items. Move to the side of the group if you can. Besides some clear road ahead,  you will also need some leeway to the left and the right. Yes, your lurching to avoid those dangerous items means you need space. Alternatively find some people that wont mind you crashing into them as you weave erratically from time to time.

Messing around before the start

Another big difficulty is predicting your time. This is your first barefoot marathon and as such it is littered with unknowns. How fast, how far, how tired, how sore ... you don't even know if you'll finish. My suggestion is to not take a watch. It will be of little use. Your running will be mindful, as you focus intensely on each stride and foot placement. You will determine your pace through a complex algorithm incorporating feel, expected feel, surface, expected surface, heat, need for reserves, possible issues, and more. Your brain will do this for you. Not your watch.

Runners spread over a wide area. Not sure where the start is!

And on the day, if you're lucky enough, you will feel light and strong. The regular outbursts from the spectators will motivate you. "Look a barefoot runner, that's amazing!"  Your feet will connect truthfully to the ground and the contact will inspire you, each positive step followed by another. The tactile joy of sensory messages filling your brain. And your eyes will fixate on the road ahead and slowly you will escape to a separate reality of primal motion. If you're lucky enough you will lose a sense of time as you fixate on cadence, stride length and foot placement. The distance markers will pass but you will not see them as the self absorption becomes complete. Passing the halfway mark you might be lucky enough to notice that you're OK, and if nothing has gone wrong you may still have a very good run. And your focus will return to the road, that 3 meter horizon and the breathing .... always breathing.


And if you're lucky enough you may get some long hills that allow you to work a little harder, measured effort. And still more spectators, and other runners calling out "well done!" This will inspire you to move more deliberately. You will know that the long time spent conditioning both your legs and your core, your feet and the toughening of the soles, will be worthwhile. You will feel compelled to run cleverly, efficiently and as you pass those that are slowing into the final 10km you will start to move with a little more resolve and a little more passion.


And if you're really lucky you will finish with a big glow of satisfaction and exuberance. You will feel invincible and know that the skeptics are wrong. The pure delight of unhindered running will resonate in your mind as you relive the full distance.  You will probably think a little more deeply and reflect on the fact that you have now run a barefoot marathon. And once noticing that it is done you may very well decide that planning not to do this was better than no plan at all.

Trevor and I drank beer afterwards. Quite a lot.

Reluctant to move on!

(If you must know my finish time was 3:56. First half 2:02 and second, with the hill, 1:54)



Sunday, 24 August 2014

T Rocket Hominid Sandal Review in Barefoot Running Magazine

Find the latest issue of Barefoot Running Magazine here:
http://issuu.com/davidrobinson0/docs/barefoot_running_magazine_issue_12_

A full independent review of T Rocket Hominid sandals on page 146.







 

Thursday, 14 August 2014

New foldable Pocket Rocket from T Rockets

Pocket Rockets and other fine T Rocket sandals available from Andrew at andrew@t-rockets.com and from the specialist store, Mindful Runner, opening soon in Emmerentia Johannesburg (www.mindfulrunner.co.za).



















Monday, 21 July 2014

Barefoot Musings: Mindful Running

I looked at my sandals. Nothing stirred in my mind. It was blank. Nothing. I wanted to run. No aim, no goal, no objective. Just run. The sandals were unmoved. And my mental vacancy equally intransigent. There was no common ground, no meeting point. The sandals, resolute in their obstinacy and my reluctance, slowly hardening, turned into rejection. The sandals would stay in the cupboard. I would run, my feet would be free and in some perverse fashion my sandals would be avoided, confined .... punished.

Fred had told me it is called Mindful Running. Surprisingly there was now a term to describe running with heightened self awareness, as well as a broader-body-proprioception and intuitive awareness of the surrounds. This was what I was doing and the fewer encumbrances the better.

The first few paces on the tar were cold and hard. My feet were rigid and heavy and the ground seemed to weigh on every step. Slowly up the incline a little lightness came into my stride and the flesh and bone of my limbs accepted that movement was now mandatory. Sometimes it takes a little longer, sometimes not, but the lazy protestations of the human form eventually succumb to the rigours we impose on our bodies. Especially in the case of running.

The tar was of varying consistency. Seldom smooth as silk and often as course as a quarry pit. It was an endless game to find the ideal foot placement, an endless engagement of my mental acuity. My focus was unwavering. It was me and foot placement, leg movement, motion, caution and correction. But every now and again the sweet-spot struck. It rose up from underfoot, a warm wave of accolade and adulation. The sweet-spot was a reward from mother earth, a bountiful gift. It rose up from underfoot and congratulated me for perfect form. The sweet-spot was narcotic, the prize. The perfect placement. The flawless form. Having sensed the "opiate", I sought and fought for more.


Lightness in my stride encouraged me to lift myself up and down from the asphalt to the grainy brick sidewalks. Musical chairs. Musical feet. I looked for variation and ran a "crooked mile". It was fun. A building site sailed by, building debris spilling into the road. My game was enchanting. Obstacles created feedback loops and decisions were instantly rewarded or censured. I was awake, intuitive, prescient.

Fred had told me this is the goal. Mindful Running was responsive, sensitive, in-tune and all sorts of other cliches. It didn't matter. I was doing it and the world had receded, my interface was one dimensional, the absorbtion complete. I was both aware and oblivious.

And that was the exact point I realised something was working it's way into my foot. Dammit. Not again? A shard of capricious glass? Such perfection and in a moment reduced to such hopeless incapacitation.

Hobbling to a stop I looked underfoot. My penetrating yet hollow gaze revealed nothing and more importantly my fastidious prodding and squeezing "removed" nothing from my foot. I knew it was there. Something had attacked me. My David. Mindfulness turned to irritation and tetchiness. Later after some mindful minor surgery I removed the stubborn glass chip from my foot and thought I'd best find some cheap food after a quick shower.


Driving to the local KFC I was struck by the contradictions. Only a few minutes had passed since I was in Mindful Running nirvana. Only a few minutes earlier I was light-years from the commercial pursuits of our daily desperate gyrations, and now I was back in the fray. Only a few minutes earlier clad in whisps of cloth I had levitated across the overbuilt urbanscape. A Goliath in earlier stature and now in virtual supine subservience I clutched the simian steeringwheel. Cars, traffic, fast food, toxins, obsession, disregard, and bad radio. And so the iPod. Another contradiction. So nice. So demeaning. Mark Knopfler was in there singing ..... "can't get no antidote for blues". Can't get no antidote for .... shoes, I thought. But my foot was fine. And the next track started to play. Golden Earring, Forty Five Miles.

My reflections were mindful. I was still in a separate reality, a home that I yet to have. The contrasts and contradictions were overwhelming and terrifying. Everything needed was undesirable. Everything desirable was unneeded. Every forced action had a further unfortunate consequence and I couldn't play the game differently. The food was not right. The car was too much, the waste overbearing, the consumption vulgar, the noise intense and the untruth ... well, the untruth is frightening. But I was in it and part of it. And I thought of my next Mindful run, knowing that it needed to be very soon. And knowing that Fred, is right.


Ascetic

That in the end
I may find
Something not sold for a penny
In the slums of Mind.

That I may break
With these hands
The bread of wisdom that grows
In the other lands.

For this, for this
Do I wear
The rags of hunger and climb
The unending stair.
-Patrick Kavanagh
Copyright © Estate of Katherine Kavanagh

Monday, 14 July 2014

Running and Playing in T Rockets



Lars Bjorbaek in Pocket Rockets

Mike with a group of enthusiasts in Johannesburg. Yes it's 5 minutes from the city centre.



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Lars getting ready in Norway





Gannet ... Lendl.... Connors ?

Night running (orienteering) with Rob


Early T Rockets!
The Fish River Canyon in Namibia. The worlds last true wilderness experience outside of the Antarctic.

Fred finishing a tough short rocky run ... in botanical gardens (and shorts) in Johannesburg

Crossing the mountain in the Foot of Africa marathon. Foot of Africa of course.

Finishing the Outeniqua Traverse in the southern cape

60km Forest Run

Gannet .... mad as ever. From Scotland of course!
Lars from Norway hiding from the sea monster
Westcliff step repeats with Bev and Richard Attfield from Canada
Europe's southern most T Rockets with Shayne from England
Pocket Rocket trail running in Norway

Yeti's in action in England

David Conner: Boston USA