Bloomsday (not the Joycean one)

About a year and a half ago I confessed to my friend Candace that I no longer liked to run. It was feeling like a job, and like a job that I no longer enjoyed. Too much work for for too little pay-off--no money, awful business schedules, mean and crazy bosses. Could I just quit running, I wanted to know?

Candace, always practical, said No, not until my running book came out.

By then it was almost too late. I was starting to hate running. I hated traveling to marathons, having to work at the expos