I Want to Hold You Like a Potato Chip

Photo by Liz McCorry

The summer after 10th grade I started running, somewhat accidentally. I began to walk in my neighborhood alone with music and I liked it. Day by day, I wanted to go a little faster, a little longer. I was not a natural athlete. Which is not entirely true — it was a story I’d come to believe about myself. I wasn’t athletic in the way I thought it should look. I didn’t understand yet it could be tied to personal pleasure and…