When I was 21 and fresh out of college, I got a job working as a credit analyst at a bank. One of my bosses at the bank was a 45 year-old guy named Jim. I don't think that I'm exaggerating when I say that Jim had it all in life. He had a good job, a beautiful house on a lake, and a great family. He was also a great person, even to a new bank employee like me. As a beginning distance runner, the thing that intrigued me the most about Jim were his many athletic feats. People around the office would always talk about Jim getting up…