I just found running. I’ve previously jogged, occasionally, when I felt like I should. But I never enjoyed it; I was never a runner. Now for the last year, 40-something years into my life, I found running. I enjoy running. Not road-pounding necessarily, although I do that occasionally; what I love is off-roading, trails, exploring new pathways and finding out where new directions take me. I never thought before of driving somewhere interesting and running around it. I never thought before of getting up before everyone else, driving out, running for two hours while listening to woodpeckers and calls of nature, then driving back with coffee and pastries for my sleepy family. I never thought I was, or could be, a runner. But I am.