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I have these dreams, though I wouldn't call the recurring, where I try to run but I never quiet seem able to. Maybe that's subconsiously been on my mind. I now feel uneasy without running a mile a day.
When I was in middle school and high school I ran a lot. The track and field coach from the high school even came to try and scout some of us while we were in middle school. Coach Z, he died when I was a senior. He was a alright guy in my books.
I thought of him last week out of the blue and smiled at the memory of that time gone by.
Now, running on a treadmill feels more like a chore than enjoyment. So it goes.
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