It hit me this morning why I love to run. I was answering a friends post on FaceBook. You spend hours thinking about why you run (usually while running) and you can't quite pin it down. Now, in my 42nd year of running, it hit me while I was sitting and NOT thinking about it.
It's the transformation that takes place.
At the starting line I'm a chubby 10th grader in blue jean cutoffs and Chuck Taylor's. At the finish line, I'm Frank Shorter rounding that last turn in Munich.
