I'd say the comments so far are equally divided between readers who get it--this is a fun story about a small, quirky subculture of committed, spiritually-inclined, but entirely harmless ultra runners--and those who, like Clint Eastwood in "Gran Torino," would prefer to snarl "Get off my lawn!" (or "Too many chickpea dishes in their d**n…
I'd say the comments so far are equally divided between readers who get it--this is a fun story about a small, quirky subculture of committed, spiritually-inclined, but entirely harmless ultra runners--and those who, like Clint Eastwood in "Gran Torino," would prefer to snarl "Get off my lawn!" (or "Too many chickpea dishes in their d**ned restaurant!") Will somebody please tell the latter cohort that they, too, are loved. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
I'd say the comments so far are equally divided between readers who get it--this is a fun story about a small, quirky subculture of committed, spiritually-inclined, but entirely harmless ultra runners--and those who, like Clint Eastwood in "Gran Torino," would prefer to snarl "Get off my lawn!" (or "Too many chickpea dishes in their d**ned restaurant!") Will somebody please tell the latter cohort that they, too, are loved. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!