In the nineties and aughts, there was a lawless vibe in the East Village and Lower East Side, especially late at night. As uncool as I was, even I knew a few of the vaguely to very illegal fun spots out on the dirty and somewhat dangerous streets: a ground-floor …
Reverend Randy, my cousin Wayne used to run in high school and he says the only way I am going to ever get any faster at a 5K is to go out to the local track and run like a hundred wind sprints a couple times a week or something. Is …
This blurry mid-race picture sets the scene: Mile 4 of a recent 6.2-mile trail race in Staten Island. (Yes, there are trail races on SI.) That’s me in the back, trying to keep contact with Blue Shirt Guy. He’s been right behind Black Shoe Guy—whose foot you see at lower …
