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. …
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 …
Last month I came home from a morning run to the shocking news that Henry, the 18-year-old son of my college friend Nathan and his wife, Sarah, had died the morning before in a car accident. Henry was a freshman at Bowdoin College—where his dad and I met decades ago—and …
