I asked a handful of elite runners in the Pacific Northwest why they run. In doing so, I discovered that while I may not intentionally seek out a connection with others through running, the sport may have its own agenda.
It's grey, cold, and dumping buckets outside. I've been in a car for six hours listening to the strum thwack of wipers, squinting to determine if I'm staying between the striped lines, and white-knuckling the steering wheel driving to Marin, CA.
I believe I am meant to run through mountains, ride across desert dirt roads, immerse myself in the sea, explore less traveled paths, and actively engage in Nature. While on that journey maybe I can put a few sentences together that move others to pursue something similar, or better yet, to discover for themselves what they're meant to be.