![]() A high school friend’s social media post read, Call me crazy, but the running is getting to be fun! Chapter 1 Off the Sofa and into the Ravineįive months before my forty-ninth birthday, I slouched on the sofa in my pajamas, squinting at my laptop screen. ![]() Then I pulled up my panties, opened the door, and ran. I would have to carry my heavy heart across the pavement solo. This left me in treacherous company-with only my mind-forever critical. Even the dog, my other regular running companion, was absent-at home-probably asleep. My ever-faithful husband, my sister, and friends, all still very much alive, were on the course, but miles away. ![]() I’d spent a mile convincing them to leave after I could no longer ignore my bowels.Īlone in the fiberglass cubicle, trying to avoid sitting down, I shivered with loneliness as I finished my task. ![]() The running partners I’d begun the race with that morning, and trained with for the past four months, had gone ahead without me. The sun shining on the white top bathed me in gray light. Who do you think you are? it growled as I squatted in a green porta potty four and a half miles into the Columbus Marathon. ![]()
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