Last Saturday morning, approaching the mother of all hills at the end of West Bay Drive, Dan, Dan, The Transpo Man posed a question. Why did our small group become runners?
I detailed my personal fitness journey in the early days of the humble blog, but I’ve continued to think about the question during recent solo efforts.
I suspect we’re runners because we inherited above average self-discipline from our parents. They modeled it day-in and day-out in myriad ways separate from running. They woke up early. They went to work. They dedicated themselves to their work. They saved their money.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we run at 5:45a.m*. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. We were fortunate, our parents were Redwoods.
*except Saturdays, when we ease into the day and start at 7:30a.m.
Pressing Pause 
Yes, I agree self discipline modeled by our parents is part of it, but I keep thinking there has to be more. We’re all well educated professionals who are successful in our lines of work and have strong marriages and families. Somehow we were brought together and now feed off each other, so to speak. We’re a group with a unique bond for which I’m ever thankful!