Tanner Garrity

I do my best to string together a bit of inspiration in my daily workout routine. I go out of my way to weave runs through parks or finish on the streets with the nicest brownstones. I pay (more than I can afford) to train at a nice gym; it's got repurposed beams and big windows that overlook the river.

Last Sunday in London was an all-timer in running history. I don't think it's hyperbole to place it right next to May 6, 1954, when about 60 miles to the northwest, a 25-year-old medical student named Roger Bannister broke the four-minute-mile barrier. In case you somehow missed the recent feat, Kenyan Sabastian Sawe set a new world record in the marathon, running an unfathomable 1:59:30. And not far behind him — in his

Those Claude commercials . Everyone's exploring deep-sea trenches or musing over black holes. Maybe I need cooler friends, but no one I know is using AI to engage in open-minded collaboration.

I don't typically knock out 48 Arnold presses in three minutes, but who am I to argue with the ebullient Adrian Williams ? During a recent 30-minute strength session, the 42-year-old routinely hollered motivation like: “I don't want you to cheat yourself by not challenging yourself!” And “You're going to earn everything that you get here!” That's just the sort of tough-love coachspeak I've been susceptible to since the age of eight.

I had a legendary basketball coach growing up, the kind of guy who had parents arriving early for pickup so they could listen to his speeches. Interesting guy: He was one of the few yoked men I knew who was doing yoga in the '90s, an early adopter of grazing (I rarely saw him without an apple or a bag of nuts) and a sworn enemy of couches. He loved watching sports, just couldn't stand all the sitting.

Meal-prepping thoughtful lunches is a pro move and easier than you think

Welcome to 17 Miles a travel series built on one core belief: the best way to know a city is to run through it. Whether you're a serious marathoner, business traveler or hungover wedding guest desperate to sweat it out, we've personally mapped the best routes — and scouted the right pit stops to match.

A friend of mine recently told me about the extraordinary lengths he went to win his office's one-month walk-a-thon.

The summer after I graduated college and on the way back from a weekend in Montreal, my friends and I stopped in Vermont to jump into Lake Champlain. There's a park in South Burlington called Red Rocks that features a few hiking trails lined by hemlocks, a pebble-set beach and easy-enough routes down to the boulders that line the water.

The practice makes perfect sense for burned-out Americans