I went for a run between rain showers on Saturday and as is normal for me, my “monkey mind” calmed and my thoughts soon matched my breathing. Usually I think about my novel and bits and pieces of plot that need reworking. But on Saturday I thought about Mother’s Day and where I was last year as a mother. (You can read about it here if you like.) And somewhere along the path it occurred to me that running is quite a bit like mothering, or at least the act of becoming a mother.