The back-to-back scheduling made for a brutal schlep, but it was worth it: During my first week in New York, I saw, among other things, a group of Russian refugee children proclaiming their love for ...
There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...
On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...
Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...
It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...
From Mohammed El-Kurd’s Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal (Haymarket): ...
My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...
(a caveat prescribed by Roman laws).