I remember hiding from the sun under the bleachers at an all-day track meet, eating the pineapple that my mom packed for me.

The obsession over the minutiae of your own life - seeking a thing that can give you just 1% improvement - doesn’t seem healthy.

I have crossed a whole lot of finish lines in my running career - sometimes in triumph, sometimes in defeat - and I’ve felt all of the feelings that come with putting your heart and soul into an endeavor.

Some people like the finish; I like the moment before, where the sweat is thick and your lungs burn. That’s where the magic is.