My running buddies nicknamed me Gazelle.
I never did ask why, exactly, but I assume it’s because of my speed and my stride. I’m light on my feet and a ball-of-the-foot striker who tends to “prance” over obstacles.
As stupid as it may sound, I felt like I became one with my nickname Sunday at my first-ever true trail run.
I was a mountain gazelle leaping over rocks, logs and roots. I was taking banked turns so fast that my body felt nearly horizontal. I was leaping and prancing and flying and having the time of my life on that trail...