Meaningless rantings of a cabin fevered Mom.

I never wanted to run,  I never liked to run,  I never felt a need to run Some of my worst night sweats are induced by dreams of not reaching a goal, or getting out of a situation, or not being able to save someone, due to an inability to run. Running has never been important, or noteworthy, or even contemplated. I actually wanted to run from the very idea of it (puny i know) Now, I love to run, I itch to run, I ache from not running I crave the rush, the sore feet, and the flushed face. I crave the quiet, of the crisp air passing by my headphones. The rhythmic clap of my sneakers on the pavement while Bono and Adam Levine Sing me to the next mile. Sometimes i wonder when the change happened. How is it possible that this is now my go-to stress relief? How in the world did we get to a point where I, Sara Doenges, choose a run over a date with Jillian Michaels' Shred video?  I figured it out. When I was young, living in Rural New England, my sport...