When I run, I typically find it’s the time I get my best ideas. Or, at least ideas. Maybe I’m the only one that thinks they are decent. Feet hitting the pavement, one step after another, music in my ears and alone with just my thoughts. It’s therapeutic for me. Sometimes when the world feels like it’s crashing in or I just can’t stand to be in my house for one more second, I can throw on a pair of running shoes and escape, even if only for a few precious miles.  I wrote a post about making time for yourself and actually putting yourself first in order to fill…