Reason #19 to Keep Living: Night Runs

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No one told me that depression, at least the kind that I have, kills one’s ability to exercise. In about three years I transformed from a fairly fit human being into someone who couldn’t jog for more than five minutes without losing her breath.

Now, I have gotten back into it. The new medication I am taking has given me more energy, and along with that more mental motivation to get out of the house and move my body. I never thought I could look forward to exercise, but now I can’t wait for my nightly runs, when I plug my music into my ears and fly.

The streets are quiet at night. The lights are soft. My blood rushes and floods my heart and I am alive.  Continue reading


Art and Endurance


To me, it is like going for a jog but with my brain.

I begin by sitting at my desk, spreading the paper out in front of me, and flexing my fingers, just as I might tie up my running shoes and step out onto the street, stretching my legs quickly before starting.  Continue reading