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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
She asked, "What's so great about running? I don't see the point." 
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