Running Is Not About Me

Running is not about me. I’m starting to realize that my new favorite hobby is not about me and I am fine with it. I believe that if something is not growing then sooner or later it dies. If an interest is not growing, it must be shrinking instead. When I started running (I probably…

Nine Months And A Train

The conductor announced “All Aboard!” and the train doors closed. She wasn’t on the wrong train but she wasn’t on the right train either. In fact, she didn’t know where she was going. It was Sunday afternoon, the day before President’s Day and she was siting on the Amtrak train, bound for Albany, or some…