Where Amy Runs

I did not know I was running this race until days before. I had a rollercoaster of a health experience--if things went one way, I could race, and if things went another, I could not race. Little did I know, I was at in the beginning stages of a transformative mind/body healing experience. So step one: show up here. I was physically vulnerable--wounded and bleeding--as well as emotionally. So when a boy's parents spoke before the race to remind us of its cause, addiction, tears welled up in my eyes. It would have been their son's 32nd birthday; that's only one year older than me.  Their bravery in sharing their family's story, and moving forward so positively in the midst of tragedy, inspired me in my personal moment of grief. I cried a little as the race began, overwhelmed with emotion from their story and for gratitude for being alive and being healthy overall. I dedicated my race to celebrating their son's life. Right by the turnaround point in Saugatuck Shores It...