The novelist Haruki Murakami might be this type of long-distance runner’s most idealized form – seemingly zen about having completed multiple marathons. ‘You don’t have to go to any particular place to do it,’ he wrote in the New Yorker, in 2008. ‘As long as you have a pair of running shoes and a good road you can run to your heart’s content.’ He’s the kind of runner that runners like me aspire to be, and so chill about it, as though he’s just washed up on the shores of the isle of inner peace.
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