Today’s local run brought with it an increased awareness of my feet.
Specifically, I could not hear them. I was running virtually silently.
I’ve noticed this phenomenon before—whenever I can hear my footfalls, it generally means that I am struggling to some extent, that the run is not effortless and flowing.
Now, I am not one to monkey with running form, so if I can hear my feet (i.e., the run is a bit labored) I really don’t react to that knowledge other than to hope it’ll get better. And sometimes it does.