In the Long Run

Years ago, you crossed paths. It may have been a brief encounter, it may have been a relationship spanning years. In that meeting place, something changed. Her hands warmed your essence, left an imprint upon your soul.

Seven writers sought out the women who changed them — and told them of the impact they’d had

In the summer, I’d stand on my porch early in the morning, and watch Judy run.

Judy runs marathons, and her morning jog of eight miles was like my leisurely morning stroll — if I would have taken a morning stroll. I didn’t because I’m not a physically active person. I never was. I can clearly remember my counselors saying we have to play duck, duck, goose and I’d groan at the thought of being chosen for goose, of having to run in the thick summer air. I’d bring a book to sports activities.