Cool, 50, sunny. Barefoot. Ran down to SBYC and back on the sidewalk. No joint problems. 3 and 4 on both feet still raw, 4 on right still feels off, but good recovery from Tuesday. Picked up the speed a bit at the end.

"You'd never get away with that 40 years ago," said the old man ambling by with his cane, referring to my bare feet. I stopped to listen: "One day, back when I was a young man, I was working down here, but I was living in Cambridge at the time. As I walked along, six or seven young men started chasing me because I was wearing sneakers. They assumed that meant I was a basketball player. You see, in those days, basketball players were considered sissies. The real sports were tough ones like football and hockey. Luckily a bus was going by and I managed to escape on it. And now everyone in Southie wears sneakers."