There’s nothing more soul-sapping than a lengthy chat with a barefoot-running fundamentalist – as a new scientific study proves
I’m not averse to running: I run most days, for fitness and fresh air, and because it’s healthier than drugs for enhancing one’s mood. It’s sociable, too: I’ve made good friends through my local running club.
But certain social aspects of this pastime bore me to the brink of despair, and top of the tree of tedium is trash-talk about shoes. The dreariest variant spews forth from parishioners of the Church of Barefoot and Minimalist: people inexplicably possessed of a messianic fervour about the imagined merits of running in shoes that are, essentially, a bit less cushioned.
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