On Why My Feet Continually Hit the Pavement

Years ago, on a foggy, crisp summer morning, a teenage girl sat in a circle of runners holding a complicated leg stretch and counting aloud, not feeling any sort of tension in the muscle she was supposed to be stretching and hoping no one would notice her feigned attempt at loosening her calves. Plain and insecure, she found herself … More On Why My Feet Continually Hit the Pavement