Until my lungs feel ticklish like I’m breathing water, until my teeth hurt because they’re dryingout, until I can’t bring my arms up to touch my chest, until I forget that I was a lot better atthis two years and thirty pounds ago, until I play games with my mind so I won’t slow down, untilcolors change in my vision, until the rush beats out everything else.
I run. That’s what I do.
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