As I’m easing my way back into running I simply want to wish all a happy year in running and life. On my new right foot I’m mostly exploring my new neighborhood and its surroundings in Brooklyn these days. It’s urban, raw, windy and fun.
Earlier this week I tried to run hard at speedwork with the Flyers in Central Park. The freezing wind was bracing. Winter! My speedy buddy Chris and I both lost all feeling in our right hands. It was a reminder of why I love and sometimes fear running.
I say new foot because it has changed and grown slightly. My left used to be the bigger foot. Now the fixed right one fits a little more snugly in the sneaker. But I can land and push off safely and strongly without compensating, almost like the old days.
My third running life is, once again, taking shape in Brooklyn. It makes me happy to be out there, finding peace along the water overlooking downtown Manhattan, or in Prospect Park with the baby strollers and geese.
Here is my new column. In it I once again talk about writing and reading about running, focusing on Haruki Murakami’s great work. Immodestly, I also mention the magazine article in the Volkskrant, which lead to my book. I’ve been meaning to post the magazine piece, as people sometimes ask about it. Here it is; they open as PDF documents. I wasn’t crazy about the photos and I feel Nike owes me some cash, or at least running gear, for them. Regardless, it was a fun project.