The Meaning of It All

Just like any other day, I woke up early, laced on my sleek yet worn out Newton MV3 racing flats, quietly sneaked out the door into the pre-dawn landscape, and began to run. Except this time, I wasn’t going to let it be like any other day. Running has become such a habit and routine for me, and a significant piece of who I am and how I express myself...

Living to Run, Running to Live

    I weave my way through the unknown, with a narrow wooded path, overgrown with tall, tickling grasses as my only guide. My legs and feet are simultaneously working in a speedy blur, churning up clouds of dirt, moving at such a rate I feel like they might just break free from my body, hurtling off into the distance like a scene out of Looney Tunes’ Road Runner. My eyes seek out a small clearing up ahead, immersed in sunlight...