Running With Malcolm Gladwell: Arguing About the GOAT, and Sharing What Running Teaches for Life | Meta Bulletin

For that matter, few ideas are as crazy as my favorite thing, running. It’s hard. It’s painful. It’s risky. The rewards are few and far from guaranteed. When you run around an oval track, or down an empty road, you have no real destination. At least, none that can fully justify the effort. The act itself becomes the destination. It’s not just that

I’ve been running for 25 years, and I ran because my family did. I see running as a deep bond. I put so much time, effort, and love into the miles I run—just as much as running gives back to me. It’s become a beautiful reciprocal relationship. For as many ups, celebratory moments, and accomplishments as there are, there have been many downs, challe

Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—and for me, for writing as well.

Many other cities lay claim to being running cities, but Boston isn’t like London or Berlin. In Boston runners are everywhere, in the city, down by the Charles River. There are few places that I have been that I have loved as much. No matter what time of day or night you head out there are always runners. It seems to be in the veins of Bostonians.