It’s a crisp Sunday morning, 72 degrees, and the sun is playing hide-and-seek behind a few lazy clouds. Not quite peak running weather, but close enough to make you feel alive. One of my favorite Sunday activities is a long run. So, that is what I am doing. The moment my shoes hit the pavement, my legs take over, starting ... More

Before I ever started running with my mom, I was her “bicycle escort” on long runs—mostly to keep her company and carry her water. As a city kid who did not learn to ride a bike until age eight, cycling never felt like second nature or a gateway to freedom. My own kids, on the other hand, will never remember ... More