What Barefoot Running Can Teach Us About Independent Reading
May is almost half over! How did that happen? One minute it was May first, and now it's the 14th - my seniors are done; my underclassmen are scurrying frantically to finish up their last books and responses. And me? I, uh, well. I've been reading running books. This feels like a guilty confession. Like, I should be reading a good professional book, an award-winning adult novel, or more YA lit (I did finish Jennifer Niven's All The Bright Places and loved, loved, loved it). But I am not. Instead I am immersed in the world of running books. Not how-to books. I'm reading some life-changing stuff - narratives about lives transformed by running and tales of human accomplishment I never even dreamed were possible. First, I read Tom Foreman's My Year of Running Dangerously: A Dad, a Daughter, and a Ridiculous Plan with my ears. It was a lovely, funny story of a dad and his daughter training for a marathon, and then it became the story of a dad, in his 50...