I’m a genuine licked-thumbs, gum-snapping, eye-rolling, foot-jiving magazine skimmer. I read books to savor them. I read magazines when I’m too tired for that kind of concentration: I read magazines for the blurbs. The “Oprah’s Favorite Things” section of O Magazine? The little “Did You Know” tidbit boxes gracing the margins of InStyle? They’re my weekend Shakespearean sonnets.
That being said, when I actually sit down and read through an entire magazine article, it has to be exceptionally interesting.
I read this article last night in Runner’s World, having tried to skim past it first, and then having been pulled in regardless:
Even if you, like me, hardly pretend to be a real runner, I think you’ll still find it poignant and inspiring.