My love life had been a disaster for the past year, but I didn’t want to sit around moping and brooding. I’ve always been a physical person, so I decided to run off my frustration.

I was a fit woman in my mid-20s with a lot of pent-up energy, and I poured all that into my run. There was a forest strip along the edge of town with a popular jogging path, and I hit that like a demon. The slap of my feet, the piston-like rhythm of my arms, the coursing of sweat like I was releasing bodily poisons — all that was clearing my mind and spirit. It also gave me time to think.

I came to a simple, stark conclusion: I was sick of relationships, or maybe it was just the concept of love. I’d had — in the preceding year and a half — six different serious boyfriends. Bona fide committed... Leer Más