So yeah basically what happens is at 27 you pick one of two lanes:
1. Get married
2. Become a weird person who runs.
If option 2 is you, welcome. You now wear a garmin. You now share “Aura” to your Instagram story. Daily. You think people care you ran 10 miles. (They don’t.) You own more running shoes than regular shoes. Your Saturdays are dedicated solely to long runs. You have one friend you only see when you run together. This is your life now.