For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to run. That’s true of most kids — tag, hide and go seek and capture the flag all involve running at least moderate distances, and unless you were the nerd who preferred books to actual fun, you loved to run, too.
But this love was formalized in 6th grade, when I joined the cross country team. It’s not that I liked running better than, say, soccer, but I was terrible at soccer. And baseball. And football. And, oh good lord, basketba