the morning version
I am a runner. I started running in fifth grade in the very first gym class in the new school when our gym teacher sent us running track and I discovered in that very moment that I loved nothing better than running, which I was to find out very soon applied to any kind of running really, track, hurdling, sprint, cross country running. It was an instant infatuation, like falling in love – only it lasted.
Kicking off my shoes and running – that to me is freedom! An abstract concept it seems once you start talking about it, freedom – but it is a very specific if elusive feeling. Some say that humans can only know degrees of freedom or doubt there is such a thing at all, and yet, like love, you know it exists when you feel it. I feel it when I am running as fast…
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