I know there are legion of folks out there who truly enjoy huffing and puffing, the wind at their back (or in their faces), the thud of their feet on pavement, and just the sheer exhilaration of moving one’s body to capacity. Whether it’s a runner’s high or a human’s high, I can’t say I’ve ever experienced it, but I’m willing to acknowledge that others have. But the truth remains: I don’t like running. So, why do I run so much? Not gonna lie here: part of it is to keep in shape. I find it to be an efficient way to maintain my fitness. But marathoning? Isn’t that overkill? Well, I’ll be honest, again: I’m not marathon training at the moment (though, I like to believe I can shift into high gear training on a dime). Still, I probably run a lot more than is necessary to keep fit these days, and the main reason for that is simple: I don’t like running, but I am a runner. You see, the fallacy is that you have to be IN LOVE with running to be a runner. But that’s totally not true. Runner...