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“I ran everywhere. Raced everyone.
I loved the wind across my cheeks, through my hair. Running aired out my soul.
It made me feel ALIVE. And now? I’m stuck knowing I’ll
never run again…”
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"I have the Running Dream almost every night. . . And every morning it wakes me with a fresh set of tears.
People don’t understand why we run.
. . I just know that for me, running was like eating and breathing-it was
something I had always done, and without it I felt miserable. Suffocated.”
The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen
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