running

  • The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Real Evan

    The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Real Evan

    Character Evan is pretty impressive; real Evan, not so much—can it be as simple as that?

  • Running with Ears

    Derek Teslik tackles the importance of running for an author—and listening to Joyce audiobooks while doing so—in an essay over at The Millions: So, for this last run, I wanted to up the mental game somehow, maybe simulate the brutality of…

  • The Middle Season

    The Middle Season

    My doctor told me to begin with adding five minutes to my morning walk. During those five minutes, I recalled the life I’d once had—that intense life that ambition gave me—and the man I’d once been.

  • Missing

    Missing

    I long to learn from my darkest teachers, feel the stab of their spectacular rejection. Perhaps I feel most alive when I’m hurting.

  • Long-Distance Writing

    Over at The Collapsar, Brian Oliu pens a stunning essay on writing, running, and changing one’s perception of both the body and the prose: This, to me, is what a successful essay does: it confesses before the writer is ready–instead…

  • Eating in Purgatory

    Eating in Purgatory

    I always say the last time was the last time, and I always mean it, but I’m scared I’ll relapse again.

  • Frigid

    Frigid

    My first gynecologist tells me that my vagina is on the smaller side of the normal range. I use this as a justification for why, at eighteen, I still can’t get a tampon in more than a quarter of an…

  • Writers and Running

    Nick Ripatrazone on why writers need to run: While on sabbatical in London in 1972, a homesick Oates began running “compulsively; not as a respite for the intensity of writing but as a function of writing.” At the same time,…

  • The Ways We Speak

    The Ways We Speak

    We suffer, after all, not because of the ways we speak, but because of the ways we exclude ourselves with internalized external narratives about how different we feel from others.

  • Hideaway

    Hideaway

    In the woods, at first we feel like babies carried on our mothers’ backs. We run at the end of the pack with our heads shaved bald as a symbol of our newness.

  • Mile 0

    Mile 0

    It starts with zero. No matter how many times we begin, everything begins again.

  • Like Tiny Little Cracks

    Like Tiny Little Cracks

    Steve Prefontaine, known simply as Pre to the hordes of teenage runners who idolized him, once said, “Somebody may beat me, but they are going to have to bleed to do it.”