Imagine Loki has been banished to live alone in a forest for five hundred years for crimes committed on Asgard. This isn’t just any forest he’s been banished to, however, it’s yours. One you claimed long ago and he’s come ‘uninvited.’ You try to make him leave with a series of misfortunes as he tries to set up residence, but he doesn’t get the hint. Angered by his endless persistence, you begin observing him, managing the mysterious ability to do so without him being aware. Or so you thought….

She was always an introvert, but at her core there had been something vital and alive, something that even she wasn’t totally aware of. That light, that radiance used to leak out by itself, emerging from between the cracks.
—  Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazari and His Years of Pilgrimage
I’m not saying being a runner makes you better than anyone else. But one thing is for sure. Running makes you different. You begin to understand the connection between your feet and the ground. You start to believe in the beauty of unfiltered conversation. You learn that you have to face your deepest demons on 10 mile runs when no one else is around. You become the wind. You love to high five your rivals, the people who just beat you. You learn that your mind and body must coexist in a healthy relationship. So no, running does not make you special. But it sure as hell wakes you up.