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I'm an enthusiastic runner and exerciser. I do two Forces Fit sessions a week (it keeps me fit and out of mischief.) Increasingly, I run. I do track sessions, road and cross country runs (trying to avoid those cows). I also love swimming, but my dominant lazy bone and busy work schedule usually keep me away from the pool shores. Must try harder!
Glories of Running
This one time, at school, they made me run the last leg of the relay race on a sports day. I wasn’t terribly fast, but still fitter than most of my peers, and faster. I wasn’t what they call a ‘popular girl’. But for the first time, I was to be the centre of attention. Naturally, I said ‘yes’. On the day of the race, the focus was on me. This was my five minutes of fame. My edge of glory. My teachers look on with pride. My peers, well, looked on. My parents were gods knows were. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that the win was mine. All I had to do is to run. And so I ran. For me, for them, for everybody. I ran. As if my life depended on it. I ran. And I was fast. Half the way round the track, I was already ahead. 10 meters before the finish line, the others were nowhere to be seen. I took the final turn for the home straight, and there it was: the finish line. All I had to do was cross it. I was elated. I was literally flying. And then, right in front of everybody, right before the finish line, it all went black. I was running so fast, I was so excited, that I forgot to breathe and fainted right before the finish line. Other finishers ran over my collapsed body and only the teachers cared to pick me up and fret over my bruised knees.
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