When you’re compelled to run from home — away from what’s precious to you — there comes a time when you’re furthest away, spirit waning. And all it takes is turning back toward center for new energy to take hold.

When home is the destination, our resolve is bright.

This seems like a metaphor — and indeed it is — but it’s also something I often experience when I go for a run. There’s something about knowing you’re on your way back home that keeps the legs moving.