Many times in my 20s and 30s, running has been a personal addiction. Bounding on a bridge in New York. Getting caught in a drowning storm in Virginia. Rather than a reason for rehabilitation, these glory days—almost always with a pair of Nikes on my feet—are stories to tell.
In the city, comes a spring in the step for dodging the crowds.
Out-of-body experiences happen when it feels like your feet are moving at light speed.
Traction is God’s way of saying you’re supposed to be running in the rain.
Even in the middle of nowhere the right running shoes are a spectacle.