Unintended Consequences

So tonight I wrote a running friend down in Austin whom I hadn’t heard from in a while. He’d been injured last year but minutes ago I got his email that he’d mended up just fine. Hey, Wes. So good to hear from you. I’m healthy again, if slower. I …

God of Walkers

I haven’t got any special religion. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don’t need any other God.   —Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia

Hero Worship

A longtime running hero of mine doesn’t run. She walks. At a fast clip. She’s a middle-aged Hasidic woman, and I see her on mornings when my jog takes me onto Kent Avenue, a popular running route in my neighborhood. Usually I’m northbound in the bike lane with the stroller …