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Everything in modern city life is calculated to keep man from entering into himself and thinking about spiritual things.
---Thomas Merton

Tag: running

5th Sunday in Lent

The etymology of Lent: Old English, lencten, which means exactly what it sounds like. Although that root refers to the vernal happening — the lengthening of days — it speaks also to Lent’s significant length. By this point, we are tired of ourselves, tired of the sad season — Just die already, Jesus, [...]

Here’s Looking at Me

(a really, really long look; brevity is not the soul of this post.)
(also, if you’re reading this on facebook, know that it looks better here. my words need all the beautification they can get.)
Once a day I am a golden god. Glistening with the salty glory of a run and stretched to muscular [...]

The Heart of It All

When I finally started to run on my own, I thought there was a hierarchy about who could say hi to whom. If you were clearly the superior runner, then it was your privilege whether or not to acknowledge the turtles plodding around you, and woebetide any such slowpoke so uppity as to think [...]

Running Insane

“Why is he running?” This question has led to hilarity (as you’ll read below), but first let it lead to reason. Admittedly, runners are relatively low on the athletic food chain. Indeed, you’d have to eat at least three runners to match the caloric content of one football player. Moreover, runners [...]

Who Dey: Holy Spirit or Pagan Idolatry?

First, I don’t know who lubed up the footballs, but I give him/her a standing offer for a personal homebrew.
I had a pretty slow day, so I didn’t workout until late. Running home a little after 7 (yes, I missed kickoff, but as soon as I walked in, Err McNair coughed it up), I [...]

Body Worlds Apart

Show me your schedule and I’ll show you your values.
Let’s not go through my daily hours, lest we all be bored to tears and thoroughly amazed at how often I get sidetracked, but let’s rather look at one particular item that literally runs away with several of my hours every week: track. And I [...]

Getting Older in the Snow

Christoffermas! Today is the solemn, solitary passion of this grand holiday. It is marked by a ritual reading of The Great Gatsby, a comfortably long run (though today may boldly shoot for a circumnavigation of Big Glen Lake, basically a half marathon and likely to resemble the mid-week trek of Hocking Hills (RIP)).

No [...]