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So naturally, I had to give a try. Any way, I was using the sharpening tool, and tried an experiment I had seen demonstrated.

Miami Herald Article and My Comments. This post is going to sound very negative and sarcastic, but I am just tired of reading the same crap either intended to hype up barefoot running or make people who run barefoot sound like idiots or band-wagon jumpers. Here is a link to the article that came across my inbox yesterday.

The chants of a million ghosts fly on the wind through the Mogollon mountains. The rain came down in thick sheets across the vast high mountain meadow. A dark line of hulking buffalo huddled together in the distance, protecting the young ones from the wind. Beyond them the massive rock formation named Bear Back disappeared into the darkness of the thick clouds.