Letter From The Editor: Our Persistence Will Get Us Through


Last week I found myself in an empty parking lot at dusk, roughly a mile from the building where I live. I had scoped it out over the last few months, judging the length and perimeter of the space.

The shape, more rectangular than oval, felt just right, albeit a bit imperfect. Maybe it wasn't a track, but it certainly had all the markings. And that was good enough for me, because I needed a good run.