We run in the dark: Just me and T, our feet slapping the wet pavement. We run through quiet streets still aglow with holiday lights. Bright orbs as big as pumpkins bob from the trees — a neighborhood tradition — and as they sway gently in the six-o’clock dark, their reflections shimmer in the puddles. And […]
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The Body Electric: Day One
Yesterday. Early evening. I slip into my running shoes and sit down on the kitchen floor by the back door, in front of the rainsplashed full-length mirror. Slowly, I slide into a stretch, feeling all the little muscles in my legs resisting until, after a minute or so, they loosen all at once. Whatever was […]
When I am running in the dark, in a river of light …
Two days ago, for the first time in a long time, I ran. * There’s a little event held every Tuesday in Roanoke called the Pub Run. It begins at Wasena City Tap Room and loops through the greenway in either a three-mile or five-mile course. It felt strange, and also comforting, to run in such a […]