By Jenna Walter
Original Source: imcgrupo.com
There was a time when the only reason I ever considered actually running – as in rapidly putting one foot in front of the other, like an NFL wide receiver – was to either avoid the law or another angry storekeeper, normally because I had just stolen a $30-bottle of liquor from his premises. I was pretty quick, too, but only when I had to be.
Of course, I ran in high school and college, like all kids, but, once the cocaine and the alcohol took a hold of me, there didn’t seem any time left over for running the 800m races my phys-ed guy kept pushing me toward. In fact, there wasn’t much time for anything other than getting high and…click here to continue reading