Two days later, I went for a pre-dawn run on the beach. Within moments of my feet hitting the sand, everything fell into place. Feet, legs, hands, breath, every part of my body knew just what to do. We were indeed born to run.
The sun rose in the sky; the beach changed from rough sand, to broken shells, to fine sand, and rough again. I could have gone on forever, but I turned back. I had found my answer. I run because running puts me in touch with my elemental self. It lets me be who I really Am.
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