Like the Wind Storytelling
Drive
I run trails for the mountains, the wildlife and solitude. I run through the countryside during the spring for the lambs, the flowers and the smell of horse manure. I run at night for the moonlight, the stars and the harassment from drunks.
John vs Life
He might not move like superman. He doesn’t even run – or walk – like we all do. But John Jansen lives for running like nobody else. And that is what makes him the coach all of us could use.
The Digital Dilemma: Will physicality still matter to us?
Recent events have led many to sever ties with, or at least explore alternatives to, X (formerly Twitter). This shift reflects the discontent surrounding X owner Elon Musk, his involvement in high-level politics, and the proliferation of misinformation and hate speech on the platform.
The Game Changer
It might surprise you to know how much goes into designing a new shoe. There are footwear designers with decades of experience building their knowledge.
Summer in the city
Being in New York City, I am surrounded by many different running communities. Because New York is undoubtedly a running city. And over the past two years – through all the lockdowns and quarantines – I saw a lot of folks pick up running on their own.
Time for change
After five minutes or so, the dancing comes to an end. The women make their way to rows of plastic chairs arranged under a gazebo. The organisers take their seats in a second gazebo facing the main group.
Remembering Joss Naylor
From time to time a single athlete defines a part of the running world. Usain Bolt in the 100m and 200m; Kilian Jornet on mountain trails; Eliud Kipchoge over the marathon distance; Emil Zatopek in seemingly everything he tried.
Only the Brave : The Speed Project
You’ve got to have some nerve to take on The Speed Project, the legendary 340-mile Los Angeles-Las Vegas relay. You’ve got to have even more nerve putting yourselves out there as a group of older Black women in what can often seem like the white-thirty-something-male-dominated world of ultra running.
Under African Skies
“Wear some woolies if you want.” For a morning run in Ethiopia? Pull the other one. Come 5am, I hoicked on my bobble hat, microfleece and a scarf. Addis Ababa is fresh before first light. I fumbled for gloves, my eyes seemingly glued together.