In urban settings like New York, walking, let alone running, is hard enough. With the abundance of hazards — from reckless taxis to sharp-eyed grannies — hitting the streets in your new pair of kicks often means putting your life on the line.
Over the course of four days, I ate little else but fruit. Such is the life of a fruitarian.
At age 12, Anton Krupicka ran his first marathon. He’s been running ever since.
This summer, curious about the benefits of an 80% raw fruit diet, we joined a gathering of Fruitarians in upstate New York at the Woodstock Fruit Festival.
Everything from the suit to shampoo to streamline your morning swim routine.
It made me angry that the obese woman could swim faster than me. In my bubble of intense training for my first triathlon I’d fashioned an idea of justice that allowed fit people to just naturally be better than other people at everything.
