Many times in my 20s and 30s, running has been a personal addiction. Bounding on a bridge in New York. Getting caught in a drowning storm in Virginia. Rather than a reason for rehabilitation, these glory days—always with a pair of Nikes on my feet—are stories to tell.
Many times in my 20s and 30s, running has been a personal addiction. Bounding on a bridge in New York. Getting caught in a drowning storm in Virginia. Rather than a reason for rehabilitation, these glory days—always with a pair of Nikes on my feet—are stories to tell.