After a decade of over-indulgence, I found running. I have good days and bad days, but as long as I keep pounding the pavement, neither of them take too much out of me. Following a brief stint in Charm City, I found myself back in Atlanta. Gone are the lake trout, snowy winters, and National Bohemian beer of Baltimore. It’s hotter and hillier in this, the city of my birth, but the view is sweet. Here be my chronicles.