One afternoon in high school, I stared listlessly at the couch, noting that the me-shaped dent was expanding by the day. I sighed, brushed potato chip crumbs off the cushions, and decided that it might be time to do something about the increasingly large indenture. I flopped back down, loathing physical activity and knowing nary a thing about it. My father encouraged the idea of running. "There's not much to it, Kait," he said, "honestly, all you do is put one foot in front of the other really fast." He paused. "Although, keeping track of where you're going so as not to get lost isn't such...
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