I went on a barefoot run in Central Park for a profile in the New Yorker:
“On a recent sunny Sunday morning, a modern caveman, sitting on a bench by a south entrance to Central Park, finished a single espresso, took off his shoes, threw them in his backpack, and prepared for his weekly barefoot run.”
I like that they included this:
His book’s dedication reads, “To my ancestors, for my descendants.”
Pick up a copy of the New Yorker or read it online here.