It was 6am on a Saturday and it felt as if the whole world was asleep except me. I set the coffee to brew and I peeled a banana. The early morning dark still lingered outside my kitchen window. The nerves of anticipation grew in my mind making me feel like a child again. My old house creaked as I paced back and forth running a system check of my legs and feet. Everything felt good and I was excited. With a gurgle and beep, the coffee was ready. I grabbed a Clif bar and went to the living room to check my gear before my buddy, Chris, picked me up. Socks and shoes were on my feet and tied, shorts were on, shirt with numbered bib, my phone, phone holder and headphones. I felt like I was missing something. In a world of endless options, running feels too simple. Now in my late 20’s, it’s the minimalistic nature of running that drew me to the sport. All you need is a pair of shoes, some earth, and a reason to run. Finding a reason to run is the hardest part.