HOW TO NOT-RUN(?)

It’s no secret (or maybe it is) that I haven’t run in a long time. Twelve weeks (or 87 days) to be exact. In the space between injury and surgery, not-running was easy. For a while, I could convince myself that maybe I’d be fine without surgery and my comeback would be quick. I biked

LIFE’S STAND-STILL

The landscape weaves together outside my window: the dogwood and redbud trees of northern Mississippi blurring together, the water droplets flinging themselves from the car, remnants of the downpour we drove through 15 minutes ago. It’s 3:30 on a Monday afternoon, and I should barely be getting done with class. Instead, I’m 850 miles away,