Energy comes in waves, with peaks and valleys. This week I found that too much work drains me, but even just a little bit of running with friends recharges me.

My story is a continuing one in which the only consistent plot point is the possibility — the hope — that we can be better than what we used to be and that we can try again even after failure. And that’s what I’m really proud of and thankful to be recognized for.

Many things in life, you can pay someone else to do the labor. It’s what our economy runs on. But that doesn’t hold true for running.