Running and Me
It’s just putting one foot after the other.
When I was in high school, I’m pretty sure that running saved my life.
I was an awkward, serious kid. Completely unathletic; totally clumsy. On top of that, I was a super late bloomer—I don’t think I broke five feet or 100 pounds until my junior year, when I got my period, grew eight inches, and gained 40 pounds, all in a span of probably six months. Nee…