WHEN WORST IS BEST

I  just ran my fifth half marathon and my time was my worst ever. By a lot. So why am I so happy? The race I ran was the Mad Marathon (madmarathon.com) in Waitsfield, Vermont. The route is gorgeous—mooing cows and clucking chickens everywhere, two covered bridges, views of the …

REST IN PEACE

Kelly: It’s pretty much the worst when someone tells me I can’t run. I mean, when someone tells me I can’t do anything, it makes me immediately want to do that thing—snack, sleep, you get the picture. But not running is the absolute worst. It makes me feel bloated, restless, and it …

HOSPITAL RUN

I was at a Manhattan hospital this week, visiting a friend who’d had a kidney removed the day before. I expected to find her in bed and zonked out on pain killers. But she wasn’t in her room when I arrived. Where could she be? The options seemed limited, and slightly …