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My youngest son, Gustav, 4.5 yrs, wanted to tag long on my 84th barefoot streakrun so he put on his jogging shoe and I nothing. We decided to take my ordinary mile run (1.65 km) but after a couple of hundred meters he started to get whimpy and lost the will of running. We continued another hundred meters until we stopped and I asked him if he wanted to go barefoot instead.

- Yes!

Imidiatly he turned into a running machine. When we turned of the asfalt into a small forrest road he got even faster and on the trail part he was amazing, se the movie above.

He had a rough time on a 100 meter piece of gravel road, but that didn't stop him as he sprinted the last trail path to our home.

I wonder if the fruit of my loins is a natural barefoot runner.

Is it a bird, is it a aeroplane, no it's Barefoot Gustav!


1 comment:

Unknown said...

Häftigt! Får han samma bränsle som sina päron?