This one is hitting home, and just in time. Thank you.
In my twenties, I ran a lot. I’d never done any formal running, except as part of training for the sports I played competitively in high school and college. Running became my thing while I lived in San Francisco post-college. One of my most consistent and avid running partners was a dear friend who had picked up running as a way to lose weight. Carrying extra poundage around since her college days at a particularly social school, she had struggled for years to come to terms with her body as it was. Running and mountain biking had become her refuge, and when she dialed in her nutrition, the pounds finally came off.
Prior to losing weight, my friend, approaching age thirty, would often lament the fact that she was single. She longed to be in a long-term relationship, settle down, and have a family. Her single status…
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