Running for My Life

I started running on a treadmill, but going nowhere fast was familiar territory for me.

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I started running, and no one was chasing me. Scratch that; it’s a terrible start.

I started running from myself. No, that’s not quite right either.

I started running for my life. That’s almost right.

I started running TO my life. That’s the real story.

A few years ago, I started running.

Maybe I was just looking for reinventio…