I started this year off with a goal to become a better runner and train for a marathon. For me it was a metaphor about moving forward.
For a number of reasons, I felt – and feel – as if I’ve been handed a baton, like life and circumstance had given me a story and said, ‘Go. Run with it. Metamorphose.’ I needed something to believe in and I needed something to prove. I needed to be braved out of my skin.
For people like me who spend a lot of time thinking and writing, it’s imperative to have activities that provide outlets for grounding and centering. Running provided an outlet to reify negativity into something positive.