Rereading Once a Runner
After forty years, does Once a Runner remain the “classic running novel”?
I started reading Once a Runner in the back of a van, squeezed between two sweaty men.
I was in college and riding back to campus with my cross country team after a meet in Charleston. We’d raced an 8K earlier that day in a marshy park outside of town. It was a muggy, South Carolina Lowcountry morning, and the van stunk of body funk and swamp muck.
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