Running ceased to be much of an option for me in high school.
We had to run the mile for some reason or another. I was clearly one of the slowest in the class even before my bra strap broke on the second lap. It’s hard to pick up speed when you’re trying to hold things together – if you know what I mean.
It’s been a decade (or two) since then. I’ve lost weight and gained it back again. I’ve really got into cycling, and let it fall by the wayside. I’ve had gym memberships and I’ve let them lapse.
Then, for reasons that escape me, I started running. Continue reading