“Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary beyond comprehension. But it also made him free.” -John L. Parker Jr.
There is nowhere on this earth that I would rather be than standing on a track as the lights come on. In the midst of a grueling work out, as the sun disappears behind the trees, the lights cast a soft, warm glow across that bouncy rubber surface. The serenity created by this moment is the textbook definition of perfect. Being on the track, the place I love most, as the world seems to be falling asleep, is magic. The lights come on and illuminate that 400-meter oval as the surrounding landscape is cast into darkness. The lights come on, and there is nothing but the track and me. The lights come on, and I am invincible.
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