Hello, Salty runners! Greetings from the suburbs of Boston, where I live in Hopkinton, Ma., exactly 2 miles from the starting line of the Boston Marathon.
I know this, not because I measured it with my Jeep’s odometer like I used to measure mileage when I first started to run. Rather, I know because, like everyone who’s been running for a while, I know the length of a mile instinctively. It’s muscle memory, knowledge that resides deep in our pores.
An inner odometer, along with my amazing ability to predict exactly how much my groceries will cost at the cash register, is one of my many unmarketable skills. Read more >>