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The beat of my heart. The heat in my lungs. The hot air around me. The sweat running down my face. The pavement beneath my feet. Even the booming music in my ears can't infiltrate my head when I run. It's weird, now that I need something to help me, this is what I've turned too. And a good thing too, I've been wondering if I'm going to be a whale for the rest of my life.
And then, when it's all over, Nintendo and I return home and my head has been cleared and I can think again. Because from the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I put on my blue Reeboks (yeah, I know - oldschool), my mind is full of the stressful and lonely and all-around oppressive thoughts that flood through my head no matter what else is going on.
So, good. That's something.
And then, when it's all over, Nintendo and I return home and my head has been cleared and I can think again. Because from the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I put on my blue Reeboks (yeah, I know - oldschool), my mind is full of the stressful and lonely and all-around oppressive thoughts that flood through my head no matter what else is going on.
So, good. That's something.