I urge everyone to read this. It literally took my breath away.
I’m having a hard time finding what it is I want to say.
I started Running when I was ten years old. I capitalize the R because anyone in my family will tell you that I have been running since the moment I started to walk.
My formal training didn’t start until the summer after grade five when my dad would take me out with him on short routes on Saturday mornings.
I absolutely loved this time we spent together.
Those minutes, hours, kilometers, miles, defined by an intimate ease, a shared love. Moving our legs in unison, marking our way in the world with nothing but a simple stride.
Sometimes we talked, sometimes we didn’t.
We’d run the length of Jericho beach, past the old concession stands, and the gleaming, gorgeous, newly erected “Beach Cafés.”
We’d watch the gulls swoop and glide overhead, listen to the roar of the…
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