Just to avoid any misconceptions from the start, I am not a runner. I never have been. If I had to put myself into a category (which on principle I never do), I would say I fall squarely in the realm of “brisk walkers.” When I do run, it’s with the excessive energy of someone who is trying to make up for a month of non-running in one go, resulting in a burst of speed and a quick collapse. 

But once in a while the stars align. When I have just the right playlist, my Nikes are already out of my closet, the weather isn’t too hot or to cold or too dry or too humid, I think, I should go for a run. Last Friday was one of those rare occasions.