My sister and I have bonded over running. She's a real runner and I'm someone in his thirties who is acknowledging that he's been overweight for a decade and needs to move more. She asks me often if I like running, I think hoping that my answer will change. This morning, the answer was something like 'I'm starting to, yeah'

She got a look that was far more wistful than she usually allows herself, and said 'I've always liked it. Do you ever feel like running really really far? Like, running while the sky changes over you, day to night?'