Love, Life and Fire

Running on the edge of 37.

Since I was in middle school when I started cross country, I’ve run with music blaring.

In that awkward portable music epoch of the early 2000s—caught between gimmicky, one-trick-pony 200-song MP3 players and “skip-proof” Sony Discmans—I found a way to make it work. I was stubborn about it, to the point that if my only option was to run with goofy, over-…