Left – the normal sized foot of my firewalking partner in crime, Sara Murray. Right – my big freaky size 9. Believe it or not, that light dusting of soot is the only proof that I walked barefoot on embers burning at 1236 degrees Farenheit. No pain, no injury, just one of the biggest buzzes I have ever had 🙂 Some lessons learned –
1. The way you stand, your whole physiology, affects your mood. Stand in a downbeat pose and you’ll feel downbeat. So I’m going to be doing a lot more standing tall, with my shoulders back, hands on my hips and ready to face the world.
2. A very cute instructor doesn’t take the fear out of firewalking, but by God it helps 😉
3. The beautiful people behind the bar at Soul need to learn about the fine art of cider & black. It does not include lime. Though it wasn’t horrendous.