Well Being: Janet Lewis runs with the fluid grace of a gazelle. But doctors discourage her running.
My beloved Cratemobile, the battered Chinese 10-speed that I rescued from the trash and equipped with a milk crate, finally conked out last winter.
Evidence of my decline has been piling up in recent years. I'm not as fast, strong, agile, powerful, and supple as I once was. But I've consoled myself with the conviction that at least I'm functionally fit.
John DiRenzo, a former chef and tavern owner, once weighed 270 pounds. Resolved to reform, he began biking and running. Today, he is lighter by 100 pounds and he brims with the exuberance of a man who is convinced he's in the right place at the right time.
Art Carey's "Well Being" and Sandy Bauers' "GreenSpace" do not appear today.
When Dean Karnazes ran 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days, I marveled at what I considered the ultimate endurance test and thought he'd finally reached the limit of what's humanly possible.
Psychiatrist Rich Cohen spends his days listening to people talk about their woes. It's not passive listening, but active, analytic listening. When he stops listening and speaks, he measures his words carefully.
David Brooks, the witty New York Times columnist, is a local boy (he grew up in Wayne and went to Radnor High) who has written a sensational new book, The Social Animal: The Hidden Sources of Love, Character, and Achievement.