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The main thing I miss about being fast, and what it means to be a beautiful bag of meat

By measures of the general population, I was once a fast runner. It doesn’t really matter how fast that was. It’s all relative anyway. There was always someone faster. Even if you’re a world-class runner, there are days when someone will … Continue reading

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