unencumbered raze there's an almost surreal sense of freedom that comes from jettisoning dead weight and realizing you're not as slow as your inert companion had you thinking you were ... they just kept dragging their heels while hanging off of you like a lumpy backpack your shoulders didn't want, slamming on the improvised brakes at every turn, and without them you can run faster than you remembered being able to. now imagine how fast you could run in shoes that were made for this sort of thing. 181109 what's it to you? who go blather from