I can say through all of my journey, there is no pain like that of not running.
When I run, I am.
When I run, I am.
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| What I ran on |
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| Dropping the first metatarsal |
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| Lost scars |
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| Sacrifice to the running gods |
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| Fibula swelling from plastic prosthesis |
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| Fall. Rise. |
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| Taking a knee |
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| Who I am. Then. Now. Forever. |
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| And ever. |
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