For the majority of my 34 years, I have identified as a staunch non-runner… There have, however, been several periods throughout my life when my non-running self is superseded by a different me. A running me.

It’s been quite a few years since I picked up my first fly rod now, but waking up, making coffee, and throwing my gear in the car to drive into the mountains in search of summertime trout has become one of my favorite things in the world.