Author: Kelly Unger

I’m having a tough time, folks. I need to process. But audiences demand action, not some sad sack watching raindrops trickle down a windowpane. So it’s time to lace up the old sneakers. (That’s just an expression of course. My sneakers are factory-laced. They also complement my outfit without being too matchy-matchy.) After stepping outside, do I begin by walking a few blocks, warming up my muscles as fitness experts recommend? Or perhaps walking just once around the block and then straight back home? Hell no, I run. So it begins. The running. Like a Hoka-clad cheetah released upon the…