Like most people, I too have been blindsided by life's curve balls that at times have left me feeling battered, despondent, and alone. And through all that, no matter how far I've fallen or how high I've rebounded, running -- my constant companion -- has never left my side. It makes no difference if you're a veteran of over 100 marathons and ultra marathons like I am, or if you're heading out the door to pound the pavement or to hit the treadmill at the gym because you promised yourself that, "This year, I'll start running." Your faithful companion asks only one thing of you -- simply to show up. Running is in our veins. It's organic and primal, and it reminds us of the freedom of our childhood and harkens to the earliest of our ancestors.
I'm a creature of habit, so I typically rise with the alarm at 4:15 every day and head out into the dark city streets for my run that ranges anywhere from 20 to 65 km, depending on the day. No matter how bad the weather is, or how tired I may be, I know that by the end of my run, I will feel better,...
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