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laughing and running

January 17, 2012

I was cold.

I was tired.

I did NOT want to go run.

It was windy.

I was rainy.

I did NOT want to go run.

But we had made plans and I knew I needed to run out some of my stress.

So I ran.

We ran.

We ran against the wind.

The trees were cracking.

Our legs were blowing.

Our voices were laughing.

Today, I am thankful for this friend who got me out running again.

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