I came to running later in life. It wasn’t until senior year of college that I tied on a pair of seen-better-days running shoes and decided to give it a try. Motivated at first by the challenge of the activity (paired with a smidge of sheer stubbornness), it wasn’t long before I fell in love with the run.
From that first slap of foot to pavement and continuing for the next 12 years, I was happy to get in whatever miles I could whenever I could. Indeed, running has been an undercurrent of the entirety of my adult life. Something about the repetitive motion, the sound of my breath, the specificity of the action that precludes me from doing anything else in that moment – running is my meditation, it is my therapy, it is my life.