From clay trails in Seoul to remote Australian coastlines, a small but growing number of hikers are hitting the trail unshod. But what happens when you feel the ground beneath your feet?
Apparently being barefoot is a real threat to y’all.
I already wear minimal sole shoes unless I’m on my bike or working with heavy tools/equipment.
I’m almost always barefoot at and around my home, even in freezing temperatures for brief periods. The last time my family went to hanging rock mountain it was a cool day so about a third of the way up I said fuck it and spent the rest of the day barefoot. It was awesome I loved standing directly on the mountain top without my shoes on.
I watch my step in unfamiliar places. I’m not saying I never step on sharp objects but after over a decade in South Florida with sand spurs a daily experience of my childhood life, I’ve gotten pretty good at feeling my step before I make it.
I’m not saying it’s for everyone or without risk of injury. I’m not saying there aren’t time for shoes. But some of y’all are acting like going outside and feeling the earth under your feet is going to sentence you to death. Like, good thing Prometheus invented Nikes before he wasted time on fire
Apparently being barefoot is a real threat to y’all.
Seems like it is for some unknown reason.
I was also really surprised by the instant negativity and the amount of downvotes this totally (at least) mildly interesting post received.
Perhaps a cultural thing coming to light because of the time it was posted?
I often perceive a stark change of general views and shift of popular and unpopular discussion topics once America (meaning mainly the US) mostly takes over Lemmy during my subjective nighttime.
This effect let me surprised and slightly flabbergasted many times in the past already.
Also you don’t have to hike a mountain trail or something extreme to feel connected or whatever. I spent a big chunk of my early life with relatives p far from civilization and walking barefoot on warm asphalt, soil, grass or sand was nice.
Apparently being barefoot is a real threat to y’all.
I already wear minimal sole shoes unless I’m on my bike or working with heavy tools/equipment.
I’m almost always barefoot at and around my home, even in freezing temperatures for brief periods. The last time my family went to hanging rock mountain it was a cool day so about a third of the way up I said fuck it and spent the rest of the day barefoot. It was awesome I loved standing directly on the mountain top without my shoes on.
I watch my step in unfamiliar places. I’m not saying I never step on sharp objects but after over a decade in South Florida with sand spurs a daily experience of my childhood life, I’ve gotten pretty good at feeling my step before I make it.
I’m not saying it’s for everyone or without risk of injury. I’m not saying there aren’t time for shoes. But some of y’all are acting like going outside and feeling the earth under your feet is going to sentence you to death. Like, good thing Prometheus invented Nikes before he wasted time on fire
Seems like it is for some unknown reason.
I was also really surprised by the instant negativity and the amount of downvotes this totally (at least) mildly interesting post received.
Perhaps a cultural thing coming to light because of the time it was posted?
I often perceive a stark change of general views and shift of popular and unpopular discussion topics once America (meaning mainly the US) mostly takes over Lemmy during my subjective nighttime.
This effect let me surprised and slightly flabbergasted many times in the past already.
Also you don’t have to hike a mountain trail or something extreme to feel connected or whatever. I spent a big chunk of my early life with relatives p far from civilization and walking barefoot on warm asphalt, soil, grass or sand was nice.
I’m another fellow barefoot-indoors-and-minimal-sole-whenever-possible-without-causing-a-ruckus and, yeah, ruckus happens weirdly often…