Where I Go, and Why I Come Back
Murray Stairs 2013 I’m reaching out to you from the stairs of the Arts Tower. It’s March 27, 2026, and I’m 54 years old. I’ve just spent the last twenty-two minutes running from the basement to the 11th floor, over and over again. In ’95, I knew the panicked, empty feeling in my lungs, leaden legs, the taste of blood, and a competitive need to prove that I was good enough. For 17 years, I returned to the same place to test myself. I became obsessed with finding the absolute outer boundary of my physical self. After 3 decades, it’s about something else. It’s about endurance. It’s about self-knowledge. It's about 60% slower than it used to be :( I want you to know that I’m still running. I’m running because I want to be able to engage with the child still inside myself. I need to be curious, to struggle, and to persist. I want to inspire you with the idea that the things we choose to do—the rituals that make us who we are—don’t have to be surrendered because we get old or frail. We c...