Tarmac Meditations #22 — Into the Silence
A runner discovers that the sounds of the early morning in the rain beat out any iPod playlist. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #21 — Ultra
A runner trains for two long runs, back to back, and contemplates the sanity of "the ultra". [Read more]
Running But Not Running Away
I made a decision earlier this year to evolve. I don't think we are, at our core, capable of really changing. We are who we are. But we can evolve — move forward. Add to our lives and walk away from negative habits, decisions, people — anything...I decided to tackle my list one thing at a time. Running was a close second to giving my marriage a second chance. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #20 — Alone Together
Runner, writer and photographer Michael Lebowitz reflects that what each of us does alone brings us together, binds us to one another, makes us whole. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #18 — Sigh
June 13, 2010 Sat down fixin’ to work this morning. Things to write. Put Billy Joe Shaver on the box and got after it. Pretty soon I’m leanin’ back in my chair, feet up on the desk, eyes closed. Ain’t no words comin’ from... [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #17 — Lace Up
A runner tries to find the energy and motivation for an early morning run. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #16 — Sunday Morning
A runner who who craves a lazy Sunday morning finds the world if full of reasons to get out of bed. And some of them of good ones. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #15 — Not Knowin’
A runner shares the stream of consciousness of his early morning thoughts. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #14 — Coming Back
A runner reflects that it doesn't matter how fast you are or how many times you fall, you just have to keep on coming back. That's what makes the difference. [Read more]
Tarmac Meditations #13 — Photographer’s Reflection
I met a couple of Vietnam vets who were there for the run — to “represent,” one of them told me with a grin. We talked about the weather, how the hedgerows were electric green in the downpour. I heard subtext in the rain talk, sensed it was a memory of jungle and youth. The far-off looks told me that memory is where you find it. [Read more]
