It was a simply gorgeous fall day. The leaves on the oaks were all oranges and yellows in the vibrant blue sky at seven thousand feet as I tied the white laces of my running shoes that morning. I parked my Subaru in the lot with the other Subaru …
I didn’t choose running. Running chose me. I was never a athlete. No one in my family is athletic at all. My eighty five year old grandmother absolutely can not fathom why I have to run eight miles a day. ” No one in our …