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More On The Defiant Body
At the risk of turning this into an existential running blog (and I imagine there is very limited if any readership for this type of thing), I have here a Part 2 to the blog post I published earlier this month, “On The Defiant Body.” I promise an imminent return to non-athletic, less existential subjects…
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On The Defiant Body
On August 5th, 1984, Los Angeles hosted the first Olympic marathon in which women were allowed to compete, exactly one year and six days before I was born. Fifty runners competed that Sunday and 44 finished the race. I am most interested in runner number 323. Gabriela Andersen-Schiess competed for team Switzerland in that inaugural…
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Thank You For Your Outrage
I began yesterday with outrage from my favorite person. I was in the shower, somewhere mid-shampoo. The hot water from above filled me with that sound of being submerged. The water muffled Pete’s voice. I removed myself from the shower head. “I can’t hear you!” I said. From the other room, Pete was saying something…
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Home Country Void
I have had home “home” on my mind. I confess this might have something to do with a screening of Black Panther I attended over the weekend, with the greenery and music and female-forward utopia evoking a sense of belonging, pulling at each and every one of my predictable heart strings. I felt good in…
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Initial Observations
I’ve been running. A half-life ago, this described with absolute precision my general state at any given moment. Running was my preferred activity and runner my proudest identity. Teenage interests harbored by more normal kids were lost on me. Party at Lauren’s, parents out of town! I would have opted for a ten-miler followed by…
