In his classic
book, The Loneliness of the Long-Distance
Runner, Alan Sillitoe wrote, “the long-distance run of an early
morning makes me think that every run like this is a life- a little life, I
know- but a life as full of misery and happiness and things happening as you
can ever get really around yourself.” When I first read Sillitoe’s book, the
solitary, individual journey his protagonist, Smith, takes as a young man –
using running as a vehicle of rebellion – spoke to my typically angst-filled
youth. Through the fictional Smith, and later living running heroes like Steve
Prefontaine and Roger Bannister, I learned to believe that the purist form of
distance running occurred alone and simply. A man and the miles became my
definition of running, which lasted long into adulthood.