As some of you might know, one of my other passions besides flying is running. I run quite a bit and I’ve got a number of great friends who are runners, too. It’s a community that shares some basic understandings about what we love, much as pilots understand other pilots.
There’s a joy we have about running that we don’t always say but we know is impossible for someone who hasn’t experienced it to understand. That’s because it’s not quantifiable or easily explained. I don’t believe in magic or superstition, but the joy I get from running sure feels like magic. (Please insert endorphin joke here.)