It's 9 p.m. in Hong Kong and the heat has finally broken—a time I have been waiting for all day. I lace up my Asics, hit the start button on my Timex Ironman watch, and set off on what becomes an almost nightly ritual whenever I am in town. My path is Bowen Road, a running trail I have come to love almost deliriously. This 4-km ribbon of asphalt, often no wider than a single automobile, is hardly a road at all (cars are blessedly infrequent) but a marvel of urban recreation space. Clinging halfway up Hong Kong island's dominant peak,...
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