“Objection! Calls for a narrative!” During normal business hours, that is, during deposition, or, trial, that is how an attorney would normally respond to a question tailored to elicit an answer that narrates a series of occurrences, or, as we refer to it in plain English, a story. That is not the case for me on my long runs. In fact, on my long runs, especially those that take you up a ridiculously steep hill, like the one in Griffith Park that we call, “trash truck”, my secret weapon is that question that calls for a narrative. It is not uncommon that I can’t catch my breath and am struggling to keep up with the running veteran beside me, so, to avoid the feeling I hate the most, the one I get when I am holding someone up, I ask my running partner a question that calls for a narrative, and it sends them on a story, always a fascinating one, such as travelling to all forty-eight states in the U.S. on a motorcycle in a month. And what happens? My mind wanders away from those miserable blisters and aching muscles and I imagine myself riding carefree on a motorcycle. But, more importantly, my partners breathing pattern is affected, and I catch up (because they slow down); sneaky to you, but, to me, it is a symbiotic running relationship.