Janna Oh

Jan 13, 2025 | pittnews.com | Danae Poteat |Janna Oh

Every Sunday morning, I pull up a podcast on my phone, lace up my running shoes, and begin my trek up Lone Mountain — a heap of dirt, gravel and rock sitting isolated amid a suburban wasteland. Reaching the top, I stare out at a lackluster view of Alabama’s silhouette, barely distinguishable through the dust and smog shifting with the desert breeze. I look down briefly at the 600-foot drop, turn around, and begin my trip back home — only to repeat the same journey next Sunday.