Wonder if you’ve lost that lovin’ feeling? You aren’t alone.

Running is my thang.

My THANG.

I crave it. I live for that sweet spot of burning muscles and easy cool downs. Without running, my week just isn’t the same. Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to the open trail and roads winding away from all things tech and to-do and mommy-ish.

I haven’t always been this way. Sure, I have been in dance-cheerleading-softball the majority of my life, but running? HA. I distinctly remember laughing at the track team after school as they dragged their sweaty selves around the oval track of hot, black rubber, while I practiced stunts in the cool air conditioning of the wrestling room (though, in my defense, I did have to brave the risk of ringworm from those sweaty mats.)

“GOOD LUCK, track team. I’m sure that self-toture feels incredible. Enjoy.”

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