by Amanda MacMillan
I spent the recent three-day Easter weekend at my grandparents' house in Lebanon, Pennsylvania, a tiny town on the outskirts of Amish country with plenty of rural roads and open space for running. Problem is, I don’t know those rural roads and open spaces.
Before I left Brooklyn on Saturday, I squeezed in my long weekend run, so the only exercise I had planned for Sunday was stuffing my face with a Pennsylvania Dutch feast. But I was scheduled to run five miles on Monday, and I knew I’d be doing it in unfamiliar territory. Continue reading »
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