I will never run again

A story about hating exercise, then loving exercise, and what comes in between.

iStock, Светлана Зайцева

When I was a kid I looked down at my feet with every step. I’d nearly slam headlong into walls as my teachers hissed at me to look up; I’d zoom through rooms then come to a hard, stomping stop, watching the blinking lights at my heels. My parents had bought me dweeby light-up shoes that flashed only when the entire soles hit the …