I was first struck by the absence of time, having depended on it so completely as a measure of myself and my life. Moving backwards into the perpetual night – it consumes purpose, indeed, all passion and will. I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead, not to beckon you, but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you… and the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne. There is truth you know, friend, if that’s all you seek, but there’s no justice or judgement, without which truth is a vast… dead… hollow. Go back. Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you; awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without.Deep Throat – The X Files


Blaming the running injury epidemic on big, bad Nike seems too easy – but that’s okay, because it’s largely their fault.

Born to Run by Christopher McDougall

It was usually only seen within the alternative circles of society and the occasional Olympic athlete; however since the release of the award winning book ‘Born to Run’ by Christopher McDougall, the trend and appeal of barefoot running has grown exponentially. The rise of the ‘barefoot movement’ has sparked criticism and applause amongst different groups, with mixed reviews and a burden of proof over its legitimacy.

The criticism of the barefoot movement stems from the sole idea that there is insufficient evidence to prove the benefits and that there is no research into the long-term effects of barefoot running; with the implication and attitude that the long-term effects are potentially harmful.

This essay will examine the evolution of the human foot, the history of running and the development of the modern running shoe. The implications of the running shoe will be highlighted by analysing the varying running styles, injuries and other health effects. To conclude, the essay will examine the rise of minimalist footwear and the benefits they posses.


It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally.Edward Morgan Forster (1910) Howards End