11/04/14  A few days ago I was running alone of a backroad in North Carolina hoping this wouldn’t be a repeat of the scene in the movie “Easy Rider,” were two country boys shoot Peter Fonda off his motorcycle.

After everyone who passed me waved and smiled (something that NEVER happens in San Francisco where I live) I relaxed and once again felt the rush of endorphins I experienced years ago when I was a “real” runner, rather than one who shuffles slower than most people walk. I realized the joy of running was about the release of endorphins—the journey, not the number of miles I ran or my speed. I wrote about the value of focusing on the journey in my article Want Enlightenment? Think Less, Do More.