Boredom and the shape of time

The Cut magazine has a recurring feature called I Think About This A Lot, devoted to those pop-culture moments that writers have on repeat in their head, such as George Lucas' cameo in The O.C., or Elle Woods' restaurant meltdown in Legally Blonde. I have a lot of these, but one that's been chugging around my brain recently is the …

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No races, no point?

An immense flood of disappointment swept through the running world in March (tinged, I suspect, with some relief) as one race after another toppled under the tidal wave of coronavirus.  Not only disappointment but worse, aimlessness, as the rug of purpose was pulled from under our feet. I can’t be the only one whose forward …

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The season of change

Change is magical.  Metamorphosis, alchemy, transmutation; words that conjure ritual and pagan lore, golden crucibles, and half-hairy limbs contorted.  Perhaps that’s why so many of us feel drawn to autumn, a flame-coloured season forged by nature’s relentless cycle of change. We become eager, greedy spectators, watching the leaves turn russet and fall in photogenic heaps …

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Here Comes the Rain Again: A tale of my first ultra

We had been watching the weather all week, sending each other screenshots and comparing forecasters; as though the most favourable prediction would also be the most accurate. "BBC Weather says there's a 95% chance of rain until midday and winds of 46mph. But the Met Office thinks it's going to clear up at 10am, and …

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