A comic strip about the lighter side of running.
I’ll admit that I feel a bit naked if I run without my watch.
In fact, there was that time when I ran commando around the Vancouver seawall –SHHHH, don’t tell the whales– and while I kinda grumbled about forgetting an extra pair of undies prior to my outing, had I forgotten my watch I probably would have just said, ah nuts (no pun intended) and skipped the klicks.
I guess I could, you know, keep track of landmarks and plot it out with some kind of collection of paper or maps or rulers or whatever when I get home. But there’s just something about that definitive beep of the track being uploaded and shared to the interwebs that validates the effort, even just a little bit.
Over the past five years I\’ve transformed myself from a kinda-pudgy, lump-on-the-couch computer guy into a speedy and lean half-marathon machine. And, to be perfectly honest, it\’s largely been thanks to three things: (1) running, (2) the community of awesome and amazing people I\’ve met while running, and (3) the reading and writing I\’ve done about running that keeps me informed, motivated and interested.
I wanted to give a little something back.
See, something I\’ve noticed over the years is that many people out there have great stories to share. You might be one of them. In fact, I\’m betting that you\’ve got a great story inside just bursting to get out.
The problem is, while runners can tell their running pals at the next training practice or post-training coffee meetup, those people have often taken the journey right along with them and and heard it a hundred times. And while runners can always spread the word on their social media accounts, like on Facebook, Fitocracy or Twitter — we get it — many of our friends see our progress and are probably going to just ignore our enthusiasm for our sport. It\’s no one’s fault: we\’re out there bragging about doing something awesome with our health and fitness and that sometimes makes others feel… well, you know how peer pressure works, right?
Of course, any of us could send our story to a magazine and hope-beyond-hope that they pick it from the thousands they receive each week and actually publish it. Or we could spend time building and promoting your own blog in hopes of getting our ideas out. I mean, I do that, but not everyone has the time, energy or skills to bother. Either way, it\’s hard work.
FEETS dot CA is a kind of shot at being a mid-way alternative. For a while I’ve wanted to build a collaborative blog, a site where anyone with something to say on a topic… can. Plus, it’s one of those things that I’ve never really succeeded with on the web quite yet: building a community-driven, user-sourced website. It’s my next challenge.
You’ll notice a few things…
1) If you’re not a runner, into running, or interested at all in anything to do with lacing up and getting out on the trails, you probably won’t care.
2) In order to speed up development time I went with what I knew: the template for that site is a modified version of the template on this site. I like it. It works. And I’ll tweak it and customize it as we go. But why reinvent the wheel, right?
3) There isn’t much there yet. In fact, the three actual articles that are published right now are things I’ve pulled off this blog and slightly adapted for that blog. Explanation: promotion, work, and a little bit of curiosity and risk-taking by readers is required.
I’ve got a lot more work to do, but the shell is up, the site is launched and live, and I’m going to be out there pumping and promoting it for the next while. You need to hold tight and hang on. If it work, it could be awesome. And if not? Well, I’ve had another little design-resume-padding project to work on for a few months.
If you are a runner — past, present, or future — and want to contribute… get in. Or just check it out. Bookmark it. Subscribe to the feed and check back for the sure-to-come updates. You know I’m going to write: if nothing else I’ve proven my fortitude for generating heaps of content. And you? It’s early. By playing along, writing with me, you just might make a name for yourself. Or you might be cast into the depths of obscurity right along with me. You’ll never know unless you try.