There’s a popular part of Nashville called 12 South. Shops, restaurants, things to take pictures of.
Lots of people walking around eating ice cream, carrying luggage, juggling children.
And then comes the runner. The perfect outfit. The perfect amount of sweat. The perfect amount of tan. Proudly weaving in and out of the hustle and bustle. Proudly (but in hopes of not too obviously) attracting the eye balls of every shopper and walker and wannabe.
This runner is running on main street…and running for something other than fitness.
Whatever you’re running after, it’s tempting to go after all the instant attention you might get on main street. The real growth often happens on the back roads.
