“Through running I was in my own way participating. When I ran and the coastal wind roved over my sweaty skin I felt deeply okay. Yes, I was an exercise addict. I was also—blindly, wordlessly—seeking God. Whatever lives we lead, there is a door to grace. I didn’t need to throw my body against it like a battering ram, as I did; I was still so many miles from knowing that softness would do better.”