"Her feet looked like cereal left in milk too long, previously hardened runner callouses bloated and whitish from 62 miles trapped in sweat-filled shoes. Her shoes and socks had been stripped off and discarded..."
After ten years of competitive racing, I moved to Washington, DC to coach track at Georgetown University. Up until graduation from Syracuse University, running ran my life. In order to perform my best, I needed to live a certain lifestyle and that lifestyle was integral to my development as an athlete, as a person, and my identity. When running and racing stopped, the conveyer belt of life stopped as well. I experienced the feeling of stepping off a treadmill. Floating. Without any given direction to float towards. This sensation led into a new chapter of my life, the confusion chapter.