I run so that I can switch my head off. If you will, running is my mediation, and it is cathartic both mentally and physically. This morning I ran 22 miles on my favorite FreeMotion treadmill. For three solid hours (okay, three hours and twenty-five seconds), I ran on a conveyor belt with nowhere
FIND YOUR STRONG.
There are few things in this world that can’t be solved by running 15 miles. There is something magical about “the long run,” every runner’s ritual weekend endeavor. The run is long, it is slow, and it is lonely. Hours pile upon hours, but the funny thing about running is that time takes on elasticity