When life hurls lemons at you, I believe there are two ways to return the serve: Lay down and let the sourness blind you or strap on your running shoes and boot those lemons back. Running was my way of escaping the mental mess as my outside world was crashing down. Those mornings spent pounding the pavement helped to clear the negative clutter in my head. The more I ran, the better I felt. The better I felt, the healthier I ate. And soon I started seeing the world in a brand new (leaner) light.