After nearly nine years of developing the perfect Dad Bod through a basic plan of french fries, beer, and Netflix, I decided it was time to try and get an exercise routine going. It was a success - I got to the point where I was running 12 miles per week at the crack of dawn - but I woke up one morning wondering if three runs per week was moving me toward a goal that had any real lasting importance. Sure, I felt much better physically, and it was helping me to work on my gut a bit, but was that the area of my life I needed to work on the most?