A run can be so many things. Once, it was a date with a cute guy in high school. Many times it has been a way for me to explore a new city or the neighborhood nearby. Core memories are stacked in my mind of running on sidewalks and side roads, across bridges, up steep hills, tackling stairs and trails and running barefoot in the sand. I have run while pushing a stroller and with a dog leash strapped to my waist, jogged with friends and with a group of strangers, alongside my husband or my kids on their bikes, around the track or with my team on the field. Many miles earned and memories proudly collected over a lifetime of hitting the road.