[…] I quit my job in the August of 2015 to travel and because I was again unfairly categorising my life as empty and depressing. Over the next year, I ran only a few times. I ran once in Paris, through markets and by that canal that leads to theArc de Triomphe, enjoying the smells of bread and whizzing by french people doing french things. I remember running by a bakery and recognising it from Anthony Bourdain’s show. […]