A while back, I hated running. I could run while I did something else, like playing basketball or tennis, there was no joy in running without chasing a ball of some kind to redirect and lure my athletic talent elsewhere. But somewhere along the way, I stopped chasing a ball and no longer looked for a court, or any kind of special playing surface, everything became in play, everything became an obstacle to leap, bound and go past, and I just need shoes to play. It is different now. Now, I love running. We have a special relationship.
Editor's Note: Last Saturday, apparently I forgot my milk bottle.
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