Thanks to some mysterious alchemy of genes, neurotransmitters, and environment, I’ve never been particularly susceptible to the lure of alcohol or drugs. Of course, I have my own temptations. I won’t mention the embarrassing ones, but I’ve sometimes been seduced by the complicated algorithms that spread their pernicious brain worms via social media platforms like Facebook and Instagram.

 I’ve been thinking a lot about running recently—and doing a fair amount of it along the way. It’s helped keep the Covid-craziness and my restlessness at bay, provided some normalcy and pleasure at a time when I desperately need them. (Electoral angst, anyone?) To paraphrase from a song by Wye Oak: “I have to run / […]