A manifesto. I will admit to anyone who bothers to listen that I romanticize running. I am a loudmouth about it. When I first discovered the concept, it was amazing. I wanted to shout – “hey! I ran four miles, this is incredible!”, before four became eight, and so on. If faith can be…

“What they had done, what they had seen, heard, felt, feared – the places, the sounds, the colors, the cold, the darkness, the emptiness, the bleakness, the beauty. ‘Til they died, this stream of memory would set them apart, if imperceptibly to anyone but themselves, from everyone else. For they had crossed the mountains… “  …