This is an edition of Time-Travel Thursdays, a journey through The Atlantic ’s archives to contextualize the present. Sign up here. My father runs almost every day. He started running on Sunday mornings (the only day of the week he didn’t work) when I was in middle school, and he eventually graduated to 5Ks and half marathons. He spent years trying to convince me to join him, and he still dreams of us bonding over energy-gel brands and gait analysis. But running never gave me the feeling he