Taking the long way around can be a good thing
So please don’t think I’m crazy — or a lot — when I tell you this. And definitely don’t think I’m some kind of badass for it either. I didn’t start running because I woke up one day disciplined, fearless or inspired by some deep inner calling. I started running because I was… influenced. When I was in my early 30s, everywhere I went — driving, walking, standing in a parking lot, heading into work — I saw people running. Always running. Any time of day. They had this carefree, almost smug ease about them. At first, my internal dialogue went something like, Oh look, a ...