I think it was the sound of a passing vehicle's horn that snapped me out of the trance of my grind, like running on a treadmill but going nowhere.
What keeps the runner running even when the pain is great and the thirst is heavy? What keeps them pushing past the shaded tree without stopping? As a runner, what keeps me going is remembering my goal, the finish line. Sometimes I must slow down, but never will I choose to stop.
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