
Last week, in the midst of a business trip to New York City, I got this email from my brother in Atlanta:
“I hope all is going well. I noticed it has been a couple of day since you ran. I hope you get the chance to squeeze one in today.”
I knew it was coming. I had skipped two morning runs due to inclement weather (who wants to run when it’s pouring rain and cold?) and a hangover. But my brother didn’t miss the fact that I missed my runs. How did he know, even though we were in different cities? Read More
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