Martin Dugard's argument in The Long Run is that the running boom wasn't sudden — it was a calculated campaign, built over centuries by runners, promoters, and dreamers. Dugard makes the case with an infectious delight, more celebration than exposé.
Debbie was no flâneuse. Twenty-five years later, my mother-in-law is showing no signs of slowing down, and a new book by two foot and gait specialists says her lifelong walking habit has everything to do with it.
A cookbook tied to one of New York's most mythologized restaurants turns out to be, refreshingly, no-nonsense: chicken soup, cheesecake, a veggie burger. Nothing precious.
