Warm, breezy fall days like today make me want to run out of my office, throw on a pair of sneakers and hit the road. That’s exactly what I did this afternoon. I’ve been running pretty consistently for more than ten years and somehow over that time it stopped being torture and began being a haven, my haven. A place where my mind is quiet and it’s just me and the next step, step after step and breath after breath until somehow the rest of the world melts away. Then it’s just me and the wind, sailing along the road like there’s no ground beneath us. Some people have drugs, but as for me, nothing can make me feel stronger or more at peace than a good long run.