My wife is very patient. On our honeymoon in 1992, we got a motor home and drove from L.A. to Idaho and then down the coast. I was running a lot, then so she would drop me off, drive six miles, park and wait for me.
I think I've begun to take for granted how easily information can swirl around me.
A perfect run has nothing to do with distance. It's when your stride feels comfortable.
I'm much more prone to feeling down a lot. I just feel sluggish and unmotivated.
I think that I have a seriousness of purpose, a lot of support, and a healthy amount of good fortune.
I don't like scary movies.
