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A Journey Through Four Gyms
There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...
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At the Sauna: Dispatch from Eternity (Age Thirty-Two)
On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...
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The Equinox on Orchard Street
Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...
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We Are Meek and We Shall Inherit No Earth
From Mohammed El-Kurd’s Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal (Haymarket): ...
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The Last Day of His Life
It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...
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Cruising at the LA Fitness
Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a man, around his throat so desperate for my hand, I take off my ring. While ...
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Prof. Dr. A. I. in Conversation with Tadeusz Dąbrowski
Tadeusz Dąbrowski on stage at the Shakespeare Theatre in Gdansk, Poland.
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Running Diaries
My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...