“Hello?”

Raced a 10K yesterday in Central Park. Coming out of a week-long headcold I didn’t know if I’d have much gas in the tank. Once I’d crested Harlem Hill and hit about mile 2.5 I knew I’d at least be able finish strong enough to look myself in the mirror. …

The Flossing-Running Connection

Here’s a simple truth: My flossing game tells me everything I need to know about my weekly running routine. If I have managed to saw that thread between my teeth morning and night for seven days straight, I can tell you for certain without even checking my Strava that my …

(Re)Learning How to Walk

It all started with a POP, POP, POP, THUD. The burst of heat that shot north and south of my knee felt like an unexpected chem lab explosion—by the time I hit the ground I was already curled up in the fetal position. Falling to the grass and screaming is …