One morning a while back, I was out jogging in the foothills of the mountains near my house. It’s wild, rough country.
My mind was pretty much a blank, as it generally is when I jog. I was just enjoying the rugged green mountains rising up all about me, and the broad valley stretching off into the misty blue distance far below me, a slow-moving river lazily winding its way westward through the valley.
And I was enjoying the exhilaration of challenging my body in the intoxicating air of the high country.… Read more