35: Bye for now, Minute 27

Running on pause

After 14 and a half years of running, I’ve finally proved to myself what I always believed deep down: I’m not a real runner.

26: Minute 27

Last fall, I wrote of trying to accept that I was a runner. Despite ways that I could point out my phoniness, I wrote that the feeling I got at minute 27, the feeling I ran for, meant there was nothing phoney about what I did. I m…