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 …
Hello, runners, far and wide. No matter where you are, crossing the threshold into spring is a magical moment! I dare say that runners are even more giddy about it than most; especially if they have endured workouts in brutally cold and icy conditions like what we experienced in Michigan …
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 …
