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Running for Lean Times
It's no accident that jogging took off in the 1970s.
By CAMERON STRACHER
It's nearly summertime, but the living isn't easy -- not if you're suffering from
a 401(k) meltdown. Life, in fact, is hard, and only getting harder. And when life
gets tough, the tough get running.
While gym memberships are down and personal trainers are getting the boot, running
is making a major comeback according to race directors and shoe retailers.
It's easy to see why. Running is an inexpensive activity that requires little in
the way of equipment -- a decent pair of shoes, shorts, socks and a T-shirt and you're
ready. The playing field is any free land, sidewalk, park or road. (It's not surprising
that America's first running craze was born of the economic malaise of the 1970s.)
And most cities and towns have at least one running club, an informal group that
meets for distance runs and interval workouts. In short, running is one of the cheapest
forms of exercise a body can do.
But running is not just exercise. It's a great stress reliever and an inexpensive
source of neurotransmitters like dopamine that wash the body with good feelings.
In stressful times, running can literally make us happy. Thus, being a runner is
both an emotional and biochemical commitment.
Of course, some people "jog" purely for fitness purposes and hate it. This
might explain why the French were recently in an uproar after photos surfaced of
President Nicolas Sarkozy in shorts and a T-shirt breaking a sweat in the Tuileries.
Running is an American activity, the French press claimed, a fascistic act designed
to manage and control the body. Not an intellectual pursuit at all. "It is about
performance and individualism," one writer wrote, right-wing values antithetical
to everything cherished by the country that gave us foie gras.
Perhaps so. Yet once infected by the running bug, it's hard to find a cure.
During the winter in New York I would routinely encounter a man who ran the loop
of Central Park shirtless, no matter the weather. I once saw him in the middle of
a 22-inch snowstorm when I thought I'd be the only one crazy enough to venture outside.
Yet the park was filled with runners.
Another time my training partner burst into tears in the middle of a run because
his girlfriend had just dumped him. Rather than stopping, he picked up the pace,
until the two of us were flying down the mall in Washington, D.C., in the middle
of a blistering hot day, silent and relentless, burning away the sorrow.
All runners have stories, many of them bizarre or off-color. In law school I ran
with a world-class, 5,000 meter runner who disclosed he was stoned in the middle
of a 13-mile run (apparently a common training technique for him).
At the Olympic trials in Charlotte, N.C., in 1996, marathoner Bob Kempainen vomited
a bright green stream of Gatorade on national television, then calmly accelerated
(running a 4:44 mile) and sprinted to victory. World record-holder Grete Waitz did
her business on the side of the road, then pulled up her shorts and went on to win
the 1984 New York City Marathon. Every runner has a tale about a port-a-potty just
missed, a coffee that wouldn't stay down, a blister that burst and filled a sock
with blood. We tell the stories with pride, metaphors for our own indomitability.
None of us, of course, can beat back disease, debilitation or death. Running may
temporarily relieve our stress, but it's sure to take its toll on our knees and hips
and the fatigue of constant training can have a depressant effect.
Yet imagine the runner, alone on the road, his footfalls on gravel in sync with his
breathing. He is swift and fast and focused. His arms pump in steady cadence. His
knees rise in regular rhythm.
There is nothing on his mind but how his fingers feel as they brush his palm, his
toes as they kiss the edge of his shoes, his calves as they whisper against each
other with every stride. He is man, machine, spirit. Watch him fly.
Mr. Stracher is publisher of the New York Law School Law Review. He is writing
a book about the 1970s and the running boom.
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