Not Without My Kneecap: A Lament

I was a runner. WAS a runner. I ran in high school, three seasons every year (cross country, winter track, spring track). In college, I didn’t run for my D-I school but I ran with a girl in my freshman dorm, and we’d talk about our high school boyfriends as we jogged the streets surrounding our campus, trying to avoid the bad neighborhoods. (Isn’t that the McDonald’s where someone was shot last week?) But alas, she transferred after freshman year to be with her boyfriend (they broke up) and I was left without a running buddy. Continue reading