Flashes of Panic

A few weeks ago I wrote about Carol Goodrow’s Happy Feet, Healthy Food. Carol was in Sunday’s Hartford Courant (free registration, sorry,) which profiled the book—in the sports section, even. (Sunday’s Courant also had a really good column, albeit with a cryptic headline, about Gavin Coombs’ race.)

On the way to work this morning, I saw three runners. All female, all (relatively) young, the second part not terribly surprising in a college town. It did remind me of a feeling I’ve had at races in recent years, that I’m in a minority. Most of the male runners I see (and overall, males still have a marginal majority in running) are older, forty-plus or beyond. The women tend to be younger, mid-twenties to mid-thirties. I haven’t been able to find statistics to back me up (and I’ve tried), but seems like someone should be delivering a message to college-age males: if you’re wondering where the girls are, try putting the beer down and putting some miles on your shoes.

Now playing: Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) from Pleased to Meet You by James opinion: 5 (of 5)