The training partner nobody asked for

Remember when running was just… running? When you could roll out of bed, throw on whatever vaguely resembled sportswear, and head out the door? No warm-up routine that looked like a 45-minute yoga class. No niggles. No mysterious injuries that appeared overnight like unwanted houseguests. Just you, your legs, and the quiet confidence that you could do it all again tomorrow.

I don’t.

The big debate and why it shouldn’t be a debate.