Simple Steps

Eat 12–15mg of zinc daily to prevent stinky feet.

Have your feet measured. The majority of women wear shoes that are too small.

Limit your everyday shoe collection to those with support—from arch-friendly flip flops to over-the-counter orthotic inserts in work boots—to prevent heel pain from plantar fasciitis.

Skip polishes and shellacs with brown or red bases, which can yellow nails and make them look fungus-filled, even if they’re not.

High heels place feet in an unnatural position and inflame toe bones and nerves. Save the sexy stilettos for nights that don’t involve a lot of walking, uneven terrain or drinking. Keep other heels less than two inches high.

Opt for chunky heels (but not rigid platforms) instead of skinny stilettos to prevent wobble-walk sprains that increase your risk of osteoarthritis.

Soak your feet in dark tea, warm sage water, vinegar (or natural apple cider), vodka or diluted tea tree or calendula oil to cure stinky feet caused by excess bacteria.

Avoid shoes with low, rigid backs that can cause irreversible bony deformities on the back of your heel.

Pointy-toed shoes are trending for men as well as women and they can cause nerve damage, bunions, corns and hammertoe.

Consider your toe box (space in shoes for your digits) when buying shoes. Even if the shoe is pointy, the part holding your toes should not be.

Technology

Barefoot/Minimalist Shoes: Runners are more prone to injury today than they were before the 1970s introduction of the modern running shoe. Running on a platform of reverting back to the natural, minimalist running shoes spur the debate: Which came first: bad form or form-altering shoes? Minimalist shoes garner praise for encouraging better form because, frankly, it hurts to heel strike without an inch of high-tech cushion. Runners then have to work harder to retrain their bodies to move comfortably and properly during exercise. Criticism comes when unaccustomed runners take off minimalist-style without coaching or an adjustment period and damage the little bones and tendons in their feet. Any runner switching from a modern shoe to a minimalist shoe should have his or her form professionally assessed. To prevent injuries, try to have your foot strike below the center of your mass, not in front of it. Boulder Running Co., Newton Natural Running, Boulder Community Hospital and Radiant Running in Lafayette, among others, offer gait analyses.

Rocker Bottom Shoes: Unless your doctor has prescribed shoes with a rocker bottom, their dangers outweigh unsubstantiated toning claims. Experts agree these shoes can create dangerous instability, especially on stairs, and exacerbate existing foot problems. They’ve been blamed, in at least two lawsuits, for hip fractures following extended use.

Tips

“We recommend you pedicure once a month to keep nails trimmed, prevent ingrown nails, so you don’t end up with any kind of fungus, and so any damage to nails is maintained and checked. Older people especially, or anyone who’s had surgery or can’t reach their feet, have a tendency to wait too long.” —Tina Capaldi, cosmetologist, Longmont

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You know the drill. Winter arrives out of nowhere. One day you’re ambling along Pearl Street enjoying the warm air and sun or hiking the Front Range, staring at the snow-dusted peaks in the distance, and the next day there is a foot of wet snow on the ground.

And just as suddenly as winter hits, so too does the mass exodus from trails and neighborhood sidewalks into the gym. Now you have to wait 45 minutes for your favorite elliptical machine and then uncomfortably ignore the woman in the corner who has given you the stink-eye for every minute more than 30 you’ve been on your treadmill. Classes fill up, swimming laps become an exercise in underwater obstacle dodging and you have to park so far from the gym that walking from your car to the door, especially in snow, becomes a pretty good workout in and of itself.

So I ask you this: Why, oh why, don’t we just stay outside in the winter?

I discovered the joys of keeping my fitness routine outside—no matter the weather—while living in Alaska. The benefit of using weather as part of your workout—rather than a force that works against your fitness goals—is
immeasurable.

When others refer to the old adage, “The world is your oyster,” I prefer to think of the world as my gym and a snowy sidewalk or trail as my treadmill.

So, whenever I say the term “winter running,” I don’t mean heading outside when it’s 35 degrees and sunny. Sure, that counts, I guess. But I’m really talking about running outside when it’s 10 degrees and cloudy, 30 degrees with a wintry mix (if that isn’t the worst phrase in the English language, I don’t know what is), or 20 degrees with a thick sheet of ice on the ground and snow piled sporadically through every trail. And it includes those days when it looks like the trees threw up all over Boulder, when the wind feels like it will blow you over, and when most people don’t even want to walk to their cars from their front doors.

Running and persevering in this weather will give you better workouts, and it will make you feel like an all-around badass. These workouts will make your friends both question your sanity and become a little jealous. It will help prevent injuries, especially certain knee injuries and I.T. band problems associated with overuse, particularly for runners. You will burn more calories, you will get more out of shorter workouts, and you will notice results.

Running on snow and ice forces you to put your weight on your toes—thus minimizing the dreaded heel strike—and forces you to go slower, minimizing impact. Because snow and ice are softer than concrete, running on snow and ice engages the quads and hamstrings more and calls into action the stabilizing muscles in your core used to balance as you slip and slide through your workout.

You know how cranking up the resistance on the treadmill makes everything harder? Think of wind as nature’s resistance crank, or as that loathsome-yet-tender trainer, Sven, who wants you to look awesome and randomly switches the resistance on you without any warning whatsoever. He wants to pump you up. So does Mother Nature.

A few details to know about winter running: start slow. Watch out for sudden temperature drops. Going from hot to cold is tough on your systems. Go slower, and go shorter at first. Your muscles are going to get fatigued more quickly as well, so shorter distances will be more tiring.

For your footsies, try Yaktrax for snow and ice. They are super light, easy to get on your shoes, and make a huge difference when you need traction. For attire, apply your skiing mindset to running. As any good Coloradan knows, dress in layers. Your body can adjust surprisingly well to extremely cold temperatures, and if you keep running outside in cold weather you will be stunned at how effective you can become at warming yourself up.

Layering baselayers and throwing a light windbreaker or fleece on top is usually sufficient for most winter temps. When it gets really nasty, a ski shell can be a good weapon. The hardest part of the body to keep warm, I’ve found, is the legs. I always wear my ski socks pulled up to the knee, and I’ve taken to layering Spandex and baselayers on my legs instead of pants.

Finally, gloves and ear warmers are mandatory. The most common problem I’ve found with properly attiring oneself for frigid runs is that my legs are cold and the rest of me gets too hot. It takes some tweaking to figure out what works best, but that is part of the fun.

Shopping for all your new winter running clothes is also part of the fun, so check out the gear section on page 16, hit up stores like Boulder Running Company, Jax Outdoor Gear and REI to do some shopping, and wave a fond goodbye to that dusty, boring old treadmill. You aren’t going to need
it anymore.

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Training for a marathon takes commitment, hard work and athleticism. What you don’t want to overlook are the health and safety aspects of this demanding training process. Many runners suffer from the same ailments and many of these injuries can be prevented with a little more attention to the common problematic areas.

The most common running injury, patellofemoral pain syndrome (called runner’s knee), affects the knee joint and causes pain behind or around the kneecap. Running on softer surfaces, such as tracks or dirt trails, and increasing your mileage by less than 10 percent each week are the best ways to prevent runner’s knee. It’s helpful to gradually introduce hills into your routine to slowly strengthen the joints.

Shin splints are common and can be one of the most debilitating running injuries. One way to prevent shin splints is by running in the correct shoes. Visit somewhere like Boulder Running Company or Fleet Feet in Boulder and have an expert help you find the right running shoes for you.

Iliotibial band syndrome is a burning in the knee or hip. This is most prevalent on the day of a race. The best way to prevent ITBS is to stretch. If you begin to feel burning in your hip down to the knee, stretch the injured leg. If the right leg is in pain, cross the left leg over the right and lean toward the left side while holding onto something for balance. Hold for at least 10 seconds and repeat. Also, anti-inflammatory drugs will help with the swelling.

Pulled muscles, such as a pulled hamstring or quad, can be just as painful as many other injuries. Typically, a runner will pull a muscle due to overexerting or a lack of flexibility in the muscle area. Stretching before and after every run is important when trying to prevent pulled muscles.

A common injury many marathoners suffer through is blisters on the feet. Oftentimes, these are caused by friction mixed with extra moisture. A great way to avoid painful blisters is to purchase synthetic socks. And, again, make sure you run in the correct shoes.

The best way to prevent these injuries is by training at a healthy pace. Don’t overexert yourself or push past your capabilities. Listen to your body: If you do feel the symptoms of an injury, stop and take care of yourself before going farther.

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I have always been a runner. Well, a jogger really.

I love throwing on my headphones, finding a new trail and heading out with nothing much on my mind besides the music on my iPod. There is nothing better than finding that perfect pace where your breathing matches up with your strides and your strides fit perfectly with your tunes. Inside I smile, but I think my face looks more determined and slightly pained.

This is why I say I am a jogger. I am always envious of the runners who look so angelic and peaceful as they all but glide past you.

I mostly run alone and for meditation and fun and exercise; it’s never been a focused attempt to cross the proverbial or actual finish line. But last year, a friend who I would occasionally go running with—let’s call her Alexis—convinced me to train with her for the Denver Half Marathon (now the Rock ’n’ Roll Marathon, runrocknroll.competitor.com/tour-dates). It just so happened that this half marathon would fall on Oct. 18, my birthday, making it something of a milestone. This could be good for me, I thought.

Alexis is much more diligent and organized than I will ever be. She crafted a schedule that would make Russian Olympians look impulsive, and she filled her calendar with three months of runs, distances, nutrition, routes and more. I, on the other hand, got a subscription for Runner’s World and decided I would run, eh, about four times a week? Yeah, that sounded good. Alexis had a formula for mixing short runs with long runs, interspersed with interval training, all with the specific purpose of reaching her 13.1-mile goal.

I opted for this training program: run as far as you want when you want.

But I worked hard, and I actually did well with my training. I ran a few 10-mile routes and more than two-dozen sixers. My legs toned up, I lost weight (even though all the running made me eat more than I ever have) and I felt free. I splurged on new running shoes, new outfits and I even ended up buying a heart-rate monitor. Although, I put more use into it now than I did then.

When the half marathon was just days away, the two of us grew especially excited, nervous and carb-loaded. We were running a lot together and even more separately. We were ready. The night before our big day, we packed up the car and headed to Denver to stay the night at our friend’s place in LoDo. I packed my energy snacks, water bottle, packet with my racing number and overnight things. Running clothes, check.

We arrived at basecamp—a convenient apartment building in downtown Denver in which our friend Molly lived—we laid out our necessities. It was then I realized I forgot my running shoes. Yes, I forgot the only items I really needed. There were legitimate tears and profanities, and I was genuinely upset. I had put in so much time and energy to train for this day, and I wasn’t being hindered by an injury or lack of training. I was being sabotaged by my own silly forgetfulness.

What was I going to do?

Molly then casually offered me her shoes—like someone offering condolences. Looking down at her worn cross-trainers, I could only do one thing: I put them on and laced them up. I ran my first, and most likely only, half marathon in another girl’s shoes. And, aside from a few blisters, I crossed the finish line in great shape.

Seeing the end of that race brought with it a sense of accomplishment and joy. Alexis and I had a group of friends waiting at the finish to give us bear hugs and congratulatory high fives. The whole experience felt really, really good.

I love thinking back and reminding myself that I did run a complete 13.1-mile race. It really is something to be proud of. And, if I can do it, anyone can. So, run on, make your own rules and don’t forget your shoes.

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One Man’s Leg is a memoir of Boulder County resident Paul Martin’s tragic misfortune followed by several superhuman victories: During a 1992 car accident, one of Martin’s legs was irreparably injured and doctors were forced to amputate just below the knee. Just three years later—like a force of nature—Martin completed the New York Marathon.

Today, he holds “the world-record in the Ironman for one-legged guys,” as he puts it, and he’s won both silver and bronze as a member of the U.S. Paralympic Cycling Team. He recently completed his first ultra-marathon, and he continues to compete around the world. The triathlon has officially been accepted as an event in the 2016 Paralympic Games, and Martin says he will pursue competing in an exhibition event in the 2012 London Games.

“I had no idea that I would be a better runner, biker, swimmer with one leg than I was with two,” he said. Despite the stress, pain and strain, this has been his “path to full self-confidence and purpose.”

Here, in an excerpt from One Man’s Leg, Martin talks about training, his first attempt at becoming a runner and his continued struggles with the appendage he calls Stumpie:

I was introduced to the sport of triathlon the following summer after picking up a triathlon magazine one day. I flipped through the pages and saw a photo of Cam Widoff crossing a finish line in a shirt that read Will Race For Food. This simple statement impressed me—triathlon must be a pretty hip sport.

My desire to complete a triathlon grew after I heard about Jim MacLaren. At 290 pounds, Jim played defensive end for the Yale football team in the mid-’80s. A collision with a Manhattan bus while riding his motorcycle led to the amputation of his left leg below the knee. The EMTs pronounced Jim dead, twice, en route to the hospital. Thankfully, he survived and went on to become a very competitive triathlete. Jim’s struggle expanded in 1993. While competing in a triathlon in Orange County, Calif., his bike, at full speed, broadsided a van that had illegally entered the course. Jim suffered a broken neck in the crash, rendering him quadriplegic. He now makes his way around in a motorized wheelchair, but his indomitable spirit is as mobile as ever.

Jim’s accomplishments awed me. Up until that time, I considered a marathon an incredible feat to tackle with a prosthetic leg. But an Ironman? It sounded so extreme. Still, it was motivating to know that the list of possible achievements had no apparent end. Jim became a role model and gave me confidence to begin training for some shorter triathlons.

I decided to buy a mountain bike to begin training for my first triathlon. When I picked up the bike I had ordered from the Cosmic Wheel in Ridgefield, N.J., I met Dr. Rob DeStefano, a chiropractor in nearby Lodi. Dr. DeStefano was talking about his own Hawaiian Ironman experience with the shop’s proprietor. I stuck my nose into the conversation, telling Dr. Rob of my triathlon ambitions, and mentioning Jim MacLaren. Rob was familiar with him from races they had both competed in on the Big Island of Hawaii. Without hesitation, he agreed to help me get started in the sport.

A week later I met Dr. Rob at the Hackensack YMCA for a swim lesson. He chuckled when I demonstrated my technique. One lap, a mere 50 yards, left me huffin’ and puffin’. He pointed out the gross errors, including a horribly inefficient and hastened stroke, a misaligned body and an improper kick. But by the end of the month, swimming two to three days a week, my ability improved, I quadrupled in distance and nearly doubled in speed.

Dr. Rob then set me up with a 12-week program to help me complete my first sprint triathlon. Sprint races vary in distance but typically involve a half-mile swim, a 10- to 15-mile bike ride, and a three- to five-mile run. I continued to swim at the Hackensack YMCA and usually ran and cycled on the streets near Weehawken. Central Park was only a 20-minute commute on any given weekend. I spent most Saturday and Sunday afternoons there getting ready for my first race.

I found the perfect event to test my new abilities in my hometown of Gardner. By race
day, my swimming technique was still weak, so I used a pull buoy to conserve energy. Flotation devices are usually not allowed in triathlon, but the sympathetic race director
let me use one.

The bike section felt good, and I passed several competitors along the way, including a high school buddy who was cycling for a relay team. Stomach cramps late in the race made for a difficult run, but once the pain subsided I reeled in a few runners who had previously passed me. In the finish line sprint, I matched a competitor along the last 50 meters before he got the best of me. My grandmother, aunt and uncle, and some friends were there to cheer me through the finish. I placed 44th out of more than 100 triathletes. I felt pretty damn good—despite a blistered Stumpie.

I had trained primarily for the run, which is the toughest discipline for an amputee. My running improved throughout that summer in both distance and speed. Mike and his head prosthetist, Erik Shaffer, made continual socket adjustments to help me run with less pain. “Pain free” running, I have discovered, may very well remain theoretical.

In the 18 months since I first ran on Mike’s treadmill, I had competed on a national level in track and field and had completed my first triathlon. I was mentally prepared for my next challenge: the 1995 National Amputee Track & Field Games being held in Boston at the MIT athletic facilities in June.

I was running three or four days a week; Stumpie couldn’t handle any more than that. I would run on the Hoboken High School track a couple of times a week and a day or two on the road. I was also making many trips to the prosthetic shop to try to find an answer to my blistering problems. We were making gradual progress.

My duties at work lost their priority. I was putting all my creative energy into training. That was all that mattered to me. And the training began to pay off.

In Boston, I set a new national 1,500-meter record with a time of 5:20:88. I also ran the 400-meter and managed both a second place finish and a personal record time of 64.95 seconds, not particularly fast. In the 100-meter race, not having yet mastered my new sprinting leg, I tripped on the prosthesis right out of the starting blocks, but still managed to set another personal best of 13.93 seconds. Again, not too fast. I didn’t even qualify for the final heat of six runners. Still, I was developing a passion for mastering the run.

For the remainder of the summer I focused on the race Mike Joyce had predicted less than two years before: the New York City Marathon. A newly found friend became a motivator and mentor: Kathy Holmes, who was a member of the Somerset circle of friends I had entered by way of the ice hockey team and who had run the race the previous year, 1994, dared me to match her courage. The seeds of 26.2 miles of self-induced punishment were sown. To help guide my training she bought me a book for my birthday, Making the Marathon Your Event, by Richard Benyo.

Distance running was teaching me a great deal about prosthetic equipment. The more I ran, the more often I had to make the two-hour trip to the leg shop. I discovered that skin breakdown problems were caused not only by pistoning but also by the changing shape of my stump. Training resulted in a loss of body fat, even in Stumpie. This meant a change in shape and socket fit.

Suspension was a huge problem now that I was running the longer miles. I found a partial solution in a clear silicone liner that Erik thought we should try. The primary suspension problem was the introduction of air into the 3S, eliminating the intimate vacuum fit and causing enough pistoning to create abrasions and blistering. I wore an off-the-shelf silicone liner—a tube with a closed, cupped distal end—over my 3S. We cut a hole in the end for my pin to protrude to the shuttle lock. Its flexibility allowed for a tight fit up through my mid-thigh, thus preventing air from entering the 3S while still allowing sufficient flexion at the knee; this key innovation would contribute to my early distance running success.

Marathon day: Nov. 12, 1995—cold and rainy, 29 degrees Fahrenheit at the start. Sixty-mile-per-hour winds blew across the Verrazano Bridge, the first quarter mile of the marathon. I was dressed in mid-thigh Spandex shorts, a cotton T-shirt, nylon shell, official John Hancock cotton race hat and cotton gloves. Jurassic run wear but, hey, I was a rookie.

My hockey buddy, Jack Barr, had also accepted Kathy’s challenge. He joined me for the race along with Joan Nevin, a volunteer from Achilles Track Club. I would be running the race as a member of a club that had been founded to promote physically challenged runners and wheelers.

The three of us took our own sweet time preparing for the start of the race and, as a result, ended up in the back of the pack…of 27,500 runners! The organizers had recommended self-seeding, whereby a competitor places him/herself within the masses according to his/her anticipated race pace. We failed miserably in this regard. We reached the start line 20 minutes after the gun fired.

Plastic bags by the hundreds, which athletes donned to stay dry while waiting for the gun to fire, blew by and got entangled in many racers’ legs, causing some to stumble and fall. We managed 9-minute miles for the first part of the race by bobbing and weaving our way through the melee. By Mile 4 we increased our speed to eight-and-a-half-minute miles, then to eight-minute miles by Mile 7. As I ran, the constant pounding and slightly less than perfect socket fit inhibited circulation, causing increasingly intolerable pain. At Mile 8, I had to pull over to remove the leg to restore desperately needed blood flow. The pain forced me to remove the leg more and more frequently as the race progressed.

At each pit stop, the same pair of women passed us. We would return to battle to regain the lead, each of us making some type of “you again” comment. (One of the women researched my name and contact information through Achilles after the race and wrote weeks later, praising of my efforts. In fact, Sarina Glaser kept up the correspondence and remained a self-proclaimed “No. 1 Fan” for quite some time.)

The run up First Avenue was fabulous. Millions of people were cheering for their friends and family members as well as for total strangers. We heard “Go Achilles!”—The official cheer for any challenged runner—over and over again. In classic rookie fashion, Joan and I had each written “Go Paul” on our shirts to spark a bit of encouragement from the spectators. It
actually worked.

The race crossed the East River again, this time eastbound, on the Willis Avenue Bridge. There, at Mile 18, I hit the infamous “Wall.” This unwelcome threshold is reached when the muscle glycogen stores, then blood glucose, become so depleted that further energy must be supplied through food intake. Otherwise, muscles will begin to cannibalize and the central nervous system will experience severe fatigue. Jack humbly held himself back. Joan, too, could have maintained a quicker pace but chose to hang back with us. The Wall slowed our troop of three from what had been a nine-minute pace to a struggling 12-minute pace.

It was in this section of the race that I learned how wondrous an orange slice can be, how splendid its juices running down my throat can feel, how much energy one slice can provide. The sustenance came from the volunteer aid stations every mile along the course. Each pit was staffed by 20 to 25 God-sent individuals distributing water, Gatorade, oranges, bananas and energy bars.

Until then, the crowds had graced us with desperately needed enthusiasm and encouragement, but on the other side of the bridge in the Bronx, the sidelines were considerably thinner than they had been on Manhattan Island.

On the streets of this northernmost New York City borough, the race took a very hard right turn, causing a bottleneck in the flow of runners. Jack pulled off to get a banana and that was the last I saw of him for the remainder of the race. He had a more aggressive goal than I did, so I was relieved that I was no longer holding him back.

From the Bronx, we headed south onto Manhattan Island and into Harlem, at approximately Mile 20. By then, Stumpie was bummin’ hard and I had to stop at least once every mile. I stopped at one park bench for nearly two minutes—two minutes that passed much too quickly. Then Joan and I went on. The crowds became thinner still and the surrounding athletes thinned also. It became a mental feat just to keep moving.

Miles 20 through 23, the toughest of the day, drilled down Fifth Avenue through Harlem. This was an interesting section of the race, highlighted by the wonderfully welcomed smiles from the elderly ladies and little kids who probably witnessed the rite annually. In the heart of that infamous part of town, I consoled myself with the knowledge that I had less than 10 kilometers to go, a standard run on any other day. But it wasn’t any other day. I was nearing the end of my first marathon, and Stumpie was killing me.

The inspiration to keep moving actually came from the other runners. All around me I could see that their legs were burning and their feet were getting heavy—but they were still running.

Paty and the others had planned to meet us again at the entrance to Central Park at Fifth Avenue and 102nd Street. That corner would be a natural energy boost for all the competitors. The park marked the beginning of the end, and all the spectators from First Avenue had meandered west to catch the big finish. …Just past Mile 24, I heard them all hollering my name as Joan and I came into view. Paty kept waving her big, happy sign. They were all glad to see me upright and likely to finish. I plodded along at nearly an 11-minute-mile pace. We’d have just two more miles to go when we got back into the pack.
I pulled off the road and sat on a wall with Paty and Kathy. I removed not just my leg but also the liner and 3S. Stumpie was so tender. Regardless, we laughed and cheered and began a premature celebration. Although I was in no hurry to put that damned leg back on, I re-donned the equipment, post-hug, and pulled myself together to get out there for the last of the punishment.

With only minutes left in the struggle, my psyche strengthened and I began to feel wonderful. The pace picked up as we passed a slew of runners through the southern progression of the park. We briefly ran along the westbound half-mile stretch of Central Park South, the section of 59th Street adjacent to the southern edge of the park. I became incredibly energized. I was running at nearly a seven-minute mile pace! I had to bark “On your left!” time and again to clear a path. When we turned north back into the park, we had just 0.2 miles left. The crowd had been cheering incessantly since our entrance at Mile 23. The finish line bleacher seats came into view. Beautiful…

There it was, the finish line of the New York City Marathon. I kicked it in for an honorable finish, remembering Kathy’s advice: “Make sure no one’s around you when you get to within 30 feet of the finish line and put your arms up in victory. You’ll get a great finish line photo.” I slowed it up to a standstill until the immediate crowd surrounding me dispersed. Then I howled and threw my arms toward the sky and proceeded at a trot across the white line. Despite coming up 30 minutes short of my goal, a victorious feeling overwhelmed me from the inside out. And the finish line photo was perfect.

I received my finisher’s medal and, like everyone else, plodded along in euphoric discomfort toward the family and friends meeting place another three quarters of a mile through the park.

On the way, a park bench lawlessly invited me over for a reflective moment. I ignored the “No Crossing” tape and accepted the invitation.

Joan asked if I was OK and I told her that I just needed to be alone for a short while. When she had gone, I sat and cried for a good five minutes. A race volunteer approached and put her arm around me for comfort. I assured her that I couldn’t be happier. She smiled and left me to my thoughts.

I had just completed a marathon—in New York City. It was an accomplishment I had never considered pursuing in my 10-toed days. The finish line, earned through hard work and determination, taught me a lesson: From that moment on, I knew that anything I wanted to do, in any field, for any reason, was possible. If I dedicated myself to any reasonable goal, I could ultimately achieve it.

It occurred to me then that I was not only “as good” as I had been before the amputation; I was better. This accomplishment would be the launch pad to a future of unrestricted possibilities. But the first step, no trivial task, was to get off that bench.

Paul Martin’s memoir, One Man’s Leg, can be purchased on Amazon.com. You can find his second book, Drinking From my Leg, there as well. For information on Martin or to have him speak at your event, visit onemansleg.com.

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If you’re thinking about wearing those haute Gucci pumps that you just broke the bank on: Don’t.

OK, we know how not cool that sounds. But wearing the wrong kind of shoes can cause severe heel foot, knee, hip and back pain. According to the Society of Chiropodists and Podiatrists, a person walks an average of 100,000 miles in their lifetime, and much of the gradual foot, leg and back pain experienced is due to the shoes and insoles we wear.

“Most shoes don’t have arch support,” said Mike Pincus, sales associate at Boulder Running Company. “There are different levels of shoe: there’s neutral, moderate stability, and motion control—most people should be wearing moderate stability shoes.”

Superfeet, a company that makes sturdy insoles sold at Boulder Running Company, Pedestrian Shops, REI and many other shoe stores, come in a variety of models, supporting both high and low insteps.

“Many people who experience soreness and issues with their feet are usually wearing the wrong shoe,” Pincus said. “The shoe is too soft and their foot is sinking in and not getting any support.”

Along with recommending a hard, sturdy insole, they help customers find the right shoe through a test run, literally. By recording a customer running on the treadmill, they can analyze their gait.

“We can determine if the foot is landing and rotating too quickly, excessively or in the early or later part of the foot strike,” said Mike Regan, sales associate at Boulder Running Company, who’s been in the shoe industry for 24 years.

Lauren Polk, general manager of Pedestrian Shops in Boulder, sells a variety of stable shoes, just as her parents did when they opened the store 36 years ago.

“The brands we carry are notable for comfort,” Lauren said. “Even the dressier shoes we carry, like TSUBO that have a heel are designed with good arch support and provide some cushion for people who are on their feet all day.”

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