http://www.eastlit.com/eastlit-january-2017/eastlit-content-january-2017/brush-black-dog/ Brush with the Black Dog by Farouk Gulsara I run. Yes, I run. What am I running from? Is it that life is too painful that I do not have the courage to stand back and fight? Am I running from my responsibilities? Is this an outlet to cow away from the stresses of life, the realities of life? Am I running from the shadows of my checkered past? Yes, I run. People say running is not good for you. They say it will ruin your knees. At the drop of a hat, they can narrate to you of their supposedly loved one with no medical illnesses dropping like flies as they started being active. Sure, they must have been couch potatoes all their lives who suddenly one day must have got a revelation to run just like Forrest Gump. Well, what do you expect? They are quick to quote anecdotal studies and coffee shop talks to prove their point. What do they know? I know my family history. I ha...
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