Any run had three stages. The first stage was why had he decided to do this? His breathing felt ragged and he was cold. And how could he already be thirsty? A second stage kicked in of current worries: a client frustrating him, writing which needed to be completed, an in-box which was fuller than he would have liked, a daughter who needed direction without being given direction. And then a magical third stage. Everything was OK. Terrain and body were one. Breathing and biology in synch. There were no concerns and never would be. This is why he ran.