An essay on my year of disability and coming back to running — and myself.
I have always had a fascination with love. It was really unhealthy and fed my brain unrealistic expectations but man do I love a good love story. It was so bad at one point that I would marry (in my head of course) literally every man I met that was not directly related to me. Not small…
Even though it was 10 years ago, I remember the day clearly when there was a new yet…
