I’ve always been the type of student who puts a lot of pressure on herself. Generally, I get good results too; my grades are top notch. The journey there, however, isn’t always pretty. I used to stress myself out to the point of panic attacks, often over things that weren’t worth it: a test that was below my usual standard, an essay that I didn’t think was good enough, a math concept that I didn’t immediately understand. My mind became a cluttered and noisy place, full of worries, doubts, and “what ifs”. Then I began running. There are few things I love more than a long run, when my only thought is to push my body to go faster, farther. It’s incredibly freeing, because when I run my mind is blissfully free of all that stress, and when I’m finished,
