Running is the simplest of sports: right foot, left foot, right foot. But the simplicity opens up complexity. I traveled to the Philippines to bury him. In his bedroom, I found a poem I'd written in the second grade about watching him run down the Queensboro Bridge. Perhaps his praise was an attempt to reverse the way his father had treated him. Still, what more can a child ask than that their parents have faith in them? Sometimes I think that everything in life would be easier if I just put my shoes away. But more often I think the opposite. With a stressful job, it's helpful to have just a little bit of time where you force yourself to go outside and breathe. And I've come to believe that discipline in one part of my life makes it easier to have discipline in another part of life.

my philosophy on blogging has shifted from “every essay must be a perfect, shimmering artifact” to “blog posts should be short, authentic, and flawed transportation devices”. they mark off from ten to noon and three to five as “engineering time”, and spend the intervening three hours doing anything but programming. I am growing more and more tempted to steal this for myself. those “correct” Sundays, where you flit from obligation to obligation and never grow tired enough to require pause.

but jet lag has a way of making even comfortable beds in comfortable neighborhoods seem foreign. There should be a term for this sort of chain reaction of literary progeny: you read a book that forces you to read a book that forces you to read a book, the textual equivalent of a wild night out. but I just want to fade the instinct a little bit, to train myself for more durable content.

In his much-loved book 'What I Talk About When I Talk About Running,' Haruki Murakami completely misunderstands what it means to be a female runner

A legendary Kenyan marathoner has once again redefined what humans are capable of.