| Now, I know it's not nice to name names, but, then,
I've never been likened to Barney, or other gelatinous oozers of sweetness and light.
Besides, given the meandering map that follows, some sort of marker is necessary. So let me see if I can keep this straight: I ran in high school with Chris
and Steve. Chris ran in college with Paul, who I ran with in Maryland before moving to
Connecticut. There, Steve introduced me to Brian, who introduced me to Bob. I ran with the
two of them until I moved to Boston, where Bob introduced me to John, with whom I ran
until I moved back to Maryland and resumed running with Jim, who used to run with John.
Throw in some subplotsBob passed Jim late in the '88 Olympic Marathon Trials en
route to finishing 21st, the same place Chris finished in '92; Brian ran in high school
with Charles, brother of my ex-girlfriend Mary; Steve introduced me to the editor of this
magazine, Gordon, who ran on a World Cup team with Jim; Brian and Bob ran for the same
college as the art director of this magazine, Bill; ad infinitumand you've got a
network with more tenuous connections than America Online.
These links spring to mind when I hear mention of the Kevin Bacon
game. That's the one in which participants name an actor or actress, and Bacon, by virtue
of his many co-stars, can be conjoined with him or her through no more than six movies.
Take, for example, Henry "The Fonz" Winkler. He appeared in "Night
Shift" with Michael Keaton, who starred in "Batman" with Kim Basinger, who
was tied up in "9 1/2 Weeks" by Mickey Rourke, who, with Bacon, was part of the
cast of "Diner."
The crazy thing is that this degree of latent unity is true not just
of foppish thespians. The psychologist Stanley Milgram once grouped random pairs of
American adults as sources and targets. Each source got the name and address of a target,
and was to send a letter to whomever was thought most likely to know the target, along
with another letter asking the recipient to do the same, until the target received the
original letter. That is, you're told to get a letter to Jane Blow, in San Francisco. You
send it to an old lover who lives there, who sends it to a former co-worker who once
mentioned meeting a Joe Blow at a party, and so on. In Milgram's study, the most common
number of links between source and target was five; the highest was ten, the lowest a mere
two. Think how much he would have saved on postage if, assuming my example to be typical,
he had used only runners.
That the running community is so circumscribed is one of the sport's
greatest appeals. Once out of school, most adults make few new friends. They're the ones,
not runners, whose loneliness should be documented in book titles. It's no surprise that
the elderly suffer from depression at a higher rate than the rest of the population, given
that the advance of the years typically means an ever-receding social network. In
contrast, as long as we run, our lives are enriched with a steady infusion of new training
partners, race acquaintances and others of both genders and all ages, all of whom help to
broaden our social experiences beyond college reminiscing and post-work happy hours. We
need look no further for explanations of runners' happy emotional lives than to the bonds
created in a group long run.
Indeed, such camaraderie can lead to the outward signs of friendship
in those who barely know each other. Roger Robinson has written about what he calls
"the freemasonry of runners," in which it's "possible by just putting on a
pair of road shoes and shorts to bludge a spare bed in any city in the world." Though
not the global traveler that Robinson is, I've nonetheless weaseled my way into free
lodging with relative strangers in such locales as Atlanta, New York City, California,
Texas, New Hampshire, even Göteberg, Sweden, solely because I run. And I've reciprocated,
opening my shower and cupboard to people with whom, upon meeting at least, I have nothing
more in common than a fondness for reciting weekly mileage.
Not that I mind running's presumed hospitality. After all, how many
other people can say that Bill Rodgers has slept in their bed? By the way, he used to run
with my friend Pete, who used to live with Tom, who used to train with my college roommate
Ken....
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