Running & Seeing
Running & Seeing by Patrick Reed “Anything can make us look… Only art makes us see.” ~Archibald MacLeish The final chapter in Dr. George Sheehan’s classic running book Running & Being: The Total… Continue reading
Running & Seeing by Patrick Reed “Anything can make us look… Only art makes us see.” ~Archibald MacLeish The final chapter in Dr. George Sheehan’s classic running book Running & Being: The Total… Continue reading
Running & Suffering by Patrick Reed Legendary Ultra runner Scott Jurek, who won the Western States 100 a record 7 consecutive times, wrote on multiple occasions in his excellent memoir Eat & Run of… Continue reading
Running & Healing by Patrick Reed Oh, where to start! When I ran down the list of chapter headings from George Sheehan’s Running & Being just now and landed upon… “Chapter 11: Healing,”… Continue reading
Running & Running by Patrick Reed You’ve been there, no doubt. We runners have all been there. Out on the interminable roads, the horizon a heartbreak away — endless vistas, scorching (or frozen, wind-swept)… Continue reading
Running & Learning by Patrick Reed I push forward – as in a marathon itself – through Dr. Sheehan’s headings for his chapters in Running & Being. I am pushing to find my… Continue reading
Running & Understanding by Patrick Reed You may be noticing a pattern in my recent posts. I am following the table of contents of George Sheehan’s Running & Being and writing a post… Continue reading
April Fools: I decided to stop running today … forever. My achilles finally ripped in two today… I have come up with a list of fears. They include: hoping the impossible; believing the… Continue reading
The 5th and Most Advanced Stage of the Runner by Patrick Reed “The common bond of the greatest runners is nothing less than love. How is it that each of us becomes the… Continue reading
To keep from decaying, to be a winner, the athlete must accept pain–not only accept it, but look for it, live with it, learn not to fear it.” ~George Sheehan Do you run… Continue reading