Ever have that moment where you know, if you were an observer of yourself, you’d make fun of you? I had one of those moments this morning. I was pulling into the parking garage. Had the windows down and was listening to Born to Run. There was a guy with a briefcase walking down the sidewalk. Appeared to be about my age. We made eye contact as I turned in. He didn’t laugh at me or anything, but it got me thinking. Am I really born to run? Is he?