Almost all my weekday morning miles are run on the same route with the same friend … a loop around our neighborhoods.  I don’t know why we never tire of it.  It hasn’t occurred to me to take a different route.  My friend may be dying of boredom, but she hasn’t mentioned it.  I like it – we know exactly how long it takes to make the loop, where the sidewalks harbor nasty cracks, and when the hills will strike.  Despite the predictability of our path, every run is unique thanks to changing seasons, shifting hours of daylight, and varying topics on our minds.  The comfort of our tradition has become a good foundation for newness and growth.  Rolling out of bed is a…