By Nici Holt Cline
I haven’t been running with any kind of regularity since I did the Missoula Half Marathon in 2007, my belly six months round with a Margot. And when I do run now it’s all different. It’s about getting out with my dog and kids, it’s about squeezing in exercise between naps. Also, I pee my pants. I miss when running was my meditation; when it was just me moving toward Mount Sentinel as the sun rose to meet me. I miss bladder control. I knew my friend, Running, would come back but I wasn’t sure how or when we’d reconnect. Turns out all I needed was a new bra and the unbridled energy of several thousand athletes.
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