You're running on guts. On fumes. Your muscles twitch. You throw up. You're delirious. But you keep running because there's no way out of this hell you're in, because there's no way you're not crossing the finish line. It is a misery that non-runners don't understand and crossing the finish line is a different kind of kick.
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