Thanks to studying for my Step 2 board exam in the middle of wedding season, I only scheduled myself 10 hours to explore London! 6 hours after landing the first day, and 4 hours the morning before the wedding ceremony.
I do seem to enjoy darting around excessively and unnecessarily before my friends’ weddings (I ran a quick half marathon before last September’s wedding), but the strangeness of this habit is not lost on me. How much can I really get to know a city if I’m mostly just moving around with my camera? And why did I choose to spend my valuable time abroad in such inauthentic fashion, working hard to misrepresent my trip through a few photos? Continue reading Dashing through London→
Well… in a manner of speaking. Running is liberating, but I am shackled by my attachment to technology, efficiency, sound, and — most of all — that pesky wire connecting my ears to my phone.Continue reading Wireless Headphones→
It’s been less than two years since I started, but already I consider myself a runner. The label is not for running ability or racing accomplishments but rather for how drastically running is shaping my schedule, diet, and lifestyle as a whole. You might say… it runs my life. [my pun games run wild in this post]Continue reading Just Keep Running?→
It was winter’s first bitingly cold morning. Even the taxis and black cars, whining and spewing out dense clouds of smog from their tailpipes, seemed as if they wanted to hide inside. The frosted streets of Manhattan were devoid of other pedestrians, and so he ran aggressively, pumping his legs harder and faster than he should have, hoping to make his body heat itself. With every short and shallow breath, his mouth shot out plumes of steam that whorled his wake. Continue reading Winter Run – a short story→
My favorite (totally subjective) method to measure running intensity: listen to music and think if it sounds too fast. If familiar and regular beats sound like they’re going faster than I remember them to be, that means my brain isn’t running up to speed and my heart isn’t pounding hard enough. Continue reading Random Running Metrics→
