Run

It could be so much worse.

The Horses of Lord Candlestick (1938) by Leonora Carrington

My sister loves running. She’s not passionate about her sport so much as baffled by anyone who doesn’t do it. She wakes up at 6 am almost every Sunday and runs for two hours. You ask, “How was it?” and she often describes how horrible it was at the very end with a smile on her face.

Oddly, her ho…