Sometimes running is the sickness. Sometimes running is the cure. Sometimes it’s both.
In anticipation of the marathon I’m running on Sunday, I looked at photos from past years. This one from 2015 brought me up short:
This pre-race candid captured me totally lost in thought, but that’s not the face of someone getting into the zone. Beyond helping me decompress after a long day, collect my thoughts, or just have fun, this marathon was tasked with helping me through missing someone special away at basic training.
Running was definitely the cure that day.