I ran through the desert last Friday morning. The race started early – like 3 AM early. The idea was to run a half marathon along a winding, twisting road that ended at the foot of Masada in time for sunrise. It was a beautiful run. The silence of the night, the looming mountains illuminated by the full moon, the quiet rhythm of the runners. Perhaps my best run so far. I was never a runner. I did my fair share of 10ks, but nothing more than that. And then about two years ago I started ...