Three years ago I was lost. I was on a path that had betrayed me. The star I followed grew dimmer in my eyes. Three years ago I stood on a road, facing two paths ahead of me. And while many would see them as…

We walk a line. Sometimes it feels like a straight line. Sometimes it feels like we’re walking in circles. Retracing steps, going backwards, searching for the right signs, we walk a line. We take it slow, we try to run, but there is no jumping…

I’ve certainly taken my time to start writing this introduction – eleven and a half hours before the marathon starts, when I’m about to go to sleep. And that says two things about me: one, I often leave things for the last minute, and two,…