Today I committed murder.  Mass murder – Nearly genocide, really.  I’m talking about gnats.  Little black carcasses strewn over the fatal terrain of my sweat-covered face, neck, and torso.  Seriously, it was gross.  I went for a long run in the smothering July humidity and came back with more blood on my hands than I care to think about.

It all started with a book called Born To Run that my friend Jeff recommended to me.  Continue reading →