after being lapped by a man with a baby stroller, i asked him what his secret was? he said he didn't know, he just got into a "rhythm". ahh, the runner's rhythm... the runner's high... the second wind... so much spirit in running.
more so, i like the nifty terms to describe things we all feel. the best ones are like 2-3 words max, and have a sweet ring to it. so, i say i wanna keep running to get that runner's high. and everyone immediately understands me.
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