I run to dream. I run for my body. I run because I fear to get sick. I run because the folds of my belly say run. I run towards. I run away. I run to feel, to feel, to feel. I run to keep my head, when all about me are loosing theirs. I run because it’s free, because it’s hard, because people tell me I shouldn’t. I run because there aren’t memberships or green fees. I run to trust myself, my body. I run because 4.5 billion years of evolution watch me and wonder if I’ll keep using these legs. I run to thank heart and lungs. I run to praise gravity. I run for those who can’t. I run to feel strong. I run until I’m weak. I run for a view, for a longer view. I run to see my beautiful city. I run to dream and think. I run because it’s fucking hard. I run to listen. I run to know my limits. I run to escape. I run to leave. I run away from all problems, from the stupidity of some things in my life, from human-made world. I run to encourage others ...
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