The standard cruiser with nothing really special to note except that, even after three years of running through a campus that is easy of the eyes: Stanford doesn't do it for me. The sterile institutionality, the parking lots filled with BMWs, the lame sandstoney buildings, the false importance, the Stepfordy aspect of the students in their luxurious sportswear. It's all of these things, and none of them. There's something unnameably cheap about it; something that hits you afterward, like a bad smell. Either way, it's not a bad place to see at 8 miles an hour. Plus, there are always runners, like me, who look serious about what they do, like I'm sure I do. So it's like getting a very mild stomach ache from food that you like, and then just eating it again and again.
Categories