The Running Life
by Nicholas Thompson
The first sporting event that I remember caring about was the 1982 Boston Marathon. I was six years old, which is an age when most sports make no sense: the players wear masks, are freakishly tall, or contend with complicated matters like strike zones. But children know how to run and they know how to race. There’s little competition that’s purer than two men—Alberto Salazar and Dick Beardsley, in this case—racing side by side for 26.2 miles. Beardsley wore a white cap; Salazar wore red shorts; they ran so close together that they seemed like one.
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1 comment:
Nice article. Thanks for the link. Running does take a toll on the legs. I have been out for a few weeks due to an ankle injury and can relate to Salazar: One day you are on top of the world in running, the next you are hobbled by injury, dreaming of the day you can make a comeback.
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