Sometimes I think running is a lot like writing. I learned this lesson after a long, hard run two years ago. I laced up dirty, embarrassingly tattered tennis shoes, and my ankles churned across the asphalt until the concrete beneath me yielded up truth and clarity. I had vowed to run away from all the things which were stressing me, but I did just the opposite: eight miles later I was winded, sweaty…and face-to-face with all the beautiful (and yes, even broken) pieces of my very human state. They say running helps rid your body of toxins, purging your body of poison through sweat.…
