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306 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 13, 2016
As I ran, I remembered what that man had said at that first AA meeting about finding a passion—something that would matter so much that you would do anything not to lose it, something so precious and powerful that it would override any impulse to use again. Gradually, I saw that I already had it. Running. I loved running. I needed running. Nothing else made me feel so clean, so focused, and so happily spent. In those six months of recovery, I never missed a day.
Drugs and alcohol had been my way out. Running would be my way through.