My son Jan (12) who's in his final year of elementary school, has had the bad luck of being in a kind of toxic group. There's a lot of nastiness going around and some terrible girls even accused him of threatening them with a knife. It turned out, of course, they'd made the whole thing up, but these terrible accusations really shook me up. And every time I see those wicked girls I feel like kicking them.
Things got even worse when these same girls accused the teacher of sexual advances. Now this teacher is the kindest man you can imagine, he's even a grandfather, and he was crushed by everything.
Anyway, what has all this got to do with running you may ask? Well the answer is obvious: it provides me with lots of fuel! Fuel to run and fuel for thoughts while I run. I often run with music, but lately I didn't need to. I had plenty to keep my mind occupied and help me find my equilibrium again!