I’ve been reading Runners World magazine, and reflecting on how mad people are. I’m ambivalent towards this magazine. I confess that I devour it, though part of its compelling appeal is that it reminds me that not everyone is like me. Running makes me happy, but others are surprisingly full of anxiety and resentment. One letter-writer bemoans that “the reality of healthy self-propulsion” (I think he means running) through the countryside is being spoiled by the “all-pervading smell of industrial perfume overpowering the sweet autumnal smells”.… READ MORE.... …