When I met Melody Fairchild at Steens Mountain Running Camp in Oregon in 2006, I was a sub-elite runner in the throes of recovery from disordered eating, exercise bulimia and distorted body image.
EUGENE, Ore. — Gabriele Grunewald stepped onto the track as the dying light of day yielded to periwinkle evening. She and her fellow world-class runners walked single file, hair tied in ponytails, to the starting line at the annual Prefontaine Classic, one of track’s premier events.