It’s amazing what a running partner will tell you on a long run. Things he would probably not tell his mom, dad, spouse, or even therapist. Nothing like the sweat and pain of a gnarly hill at 5am with light snow to open up the communication channels— channels that would most likely lay dormant over a comfortable venti cup of Starbuck’s coffee.
I wonder how many marriages and friendships could be healed by firing the $100/ hour therapist and instead, lacing up with a friend for a long run up Green Mountain.
Perhaps, instead of another self-help book or counselor, or purple pill, what we really need is a good friend to tackle the gnarly hills of LIFE we face each day to keep us accountable…and remind us we are not alone.
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