by Jennifer Warren Jennifer Warren heading for the finish line. Competition? Pushing myself to the limit? Grit/pain? I use to think those days were over. Those concepts were tied to a more youthful time, not a period that someone on the brink of the Big 5-0 had the time, energy, desire or even the right to pursue. Boy, was I wrong. Ever since I can remember running was my place to feel unconditional joy and freedom. At age 13, I started to relentlessly pursue its gifts and by high school, my competitive fires were ablaze, awakening my essence, and helping to forge my identity. As college surfaced, my talents flourished. I had a purpose, was authentically alive. However, all good things sometimes come to an unexpected, screeching halt. Grueling training, mixed with a time-consuming race schedule, resulted in early burnout and an unplanned departure from collegiate running, refocusing on academics and a pending career path. Some intermittent road racing in my early...
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