Running: Chariots of Fire Meets Lord of the Rings

There are times when running can be absolute bliss.

(There are, of course, also times when it can be the exact opposite of bliss – but I prefer to dwell on the good of any situation, always.)

Sometimes, you hit just the right song with just the right weather at just the right point in the run – and then, if you’re anything like me, you fling out  your arms and throw back your head and imagine you are flying.

It is in those moments that I feel deep kinship with Eric Liddell, the Olymp...