Advertisement Continue reading the main story“Hey, Jess,” I said, taking his hand, “I love you. I started long-distance trail running in 2013, at a time when I was entangled in a web of depression and anxiety. We were running in one of those silences when I pointed up the trail to an area shrouded in mist. When I finally slowed to catch my breath, I heard them: a whole pack of coyotes, howling, barking, shrieking. “And it’s good to keep doing the things you love, anyway.”One day — not yet, but soon — Jesse and I will go running together again.

Source: New York Times January 14, 2017 03:38 UTC