The Boston Marathon Was Just A Warm-up

Running is the beginning, middle, end and beginning again of my story. My relationship with running is the longest relationship I’ve ever had. When I was eight I ran away from home. Literally, I ran down the dirt road behind my house that ran along the peach orchard my family owned, until I couldn’t run anymore and walked back home. Then when I was fifteen and qualified for the state track meet,…

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Guest blog-I’ve Lost My Parents, But They’re Still Alive

Growing up there was a lot of partying going on in my house; I just thought that was normal. People were always over: dancing to music, relaxing in the hot tub, laughing, just having nonstop fun until the sun rises. I thought this must be how every family is - I take care of my little brother and they party. This is normal. Then as I grew up I realized this was far from the truth. It wasn’t…

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