You won’t know how to quantify, justify, dignify my body, because it exists inside memory. And how can you measure memory? My body is a rocky pile of loose and slippery hope, a sky-scraping wall of shame, a holy cathedral for worship, and a soothing haven for rest. Tell me, how will you measure ...
I could tell you what worked for me at different stages of my life, but what good will that really do for you? Instead, I’ll take a new approach.
I think life is meant to be lived joyfully. I have no desire to judge myself for eating pizza or to feel guilty for drinking a beer.
I will run for hope -- against emotional trauma, eating disorders, domestic violence, and for education. I will run for love.