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In by Michael on September 28, 2010 at 2:56 pm

Pound pound pound. Feet and heart in rhythm. You’re lost in the music, and you are the closest to sane you’ve ever been.

You sweat until you forget what dry is and you forget what day it is. The sun beats down, and your drenched shirt keeps the cool wetness on your skin.

Deep breathing makes your lungs feel huge while the pain of needing the next breath reminds you your lungs are tiny.

At no point did you decide to do go for a run today. You woke up knowing you’d do it. Why does this feel so good?

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  1. fuck yes, get it son! how are things progressing?

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