Mid-summer in Charlotte. My lungs tire easily while laboring to extract oxygen from the thick, syrupy air. I’m a fair-weather runner. I don’t run when it’s too cold, and I don’t run when it’s too hot. A few days ago, I arose to find that we’d been given an unexpected remission from weeks of incessant heat. The air was a crisp 56 degrees. It was an opportunity not to be missed. I laced up my shoes and stepped out into what felt like the first hints of autumn. My run… Continue reading I’m Both
I’m Both
