When I run, I am present in the moment. I feel the blood course through me, my lungs filling with air, and my vision becomes crisper. (Photo by Arek Adeoye on Unsplash)

The Long Run

I started running again.

I haven’t done it seriously since high school, where I ran cross country for a brief period.

My friend Steve, a long-time runner, heard the news about losing one of my dearest friends. He called me one day to offer his support while I was grieving.

After I poured my heart out about how this loss affected me, he offered his kind words of consolement. He then did…