crosscountry
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My lungs. Burn.
My legs. Ache.
Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be.
My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality that gets me across the finishline.
cool and crisp golden morning
dew soaking through socks
burning sensations in chest
legs are flying
sweat is dripping
passion is erupting
never stop running
