It wasn’t something I planned out, or had even mentally committed myself to. I had clipped a notice from the paper about a women’s running program that promised to teach non-athletes to run four miles — and love it — by the end of the summer. Now I was never the athletic type. When we ran laps in gym class, I wasn’t just at the back of the group, they could lap me once or twice. I never found a sport I was good at. So, I didn’t launch into running with the idea that I would win races. Quite the opposite, I started running as an anti-perfectionism project. Becoming…