My affair with running began like any other budding relationship: with butterflies, thoughtful surprises, and mutual give and take. But over the years, I fear it has become increasingly one-sided. I gave running everything; my time, my focus, and my body. Yet running grew distant. Time and time again, running would leave me broken and I found our connection dwindling. This year I knew I had to do something to shake things up, or risk losing the love of my life.
I married my best friend, Running, at the age of 11, wanted a divorce at 16 and feel in love all over again at 22. Now that I am 31, our relationship couldn't be stronger. At age 11, I had no clue I would get more of a thrill out of a long run than a day spent shopping. What I did know was I found something I was good at, that made me feel whole; it gave me a solace during those awkward middle school years.