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Bursting forth

In honour of springtime's first bursts (flowers come alive with colour), I had my own bloomin' yesterday while I attacked each of the six mega hills on my run by pushing hard uphill each time. Unlike those flowers who will only get brighter and more numerous, my run faded fast. Burnt out from the effort,
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Pushing through

It was around the eleventh kilometre of rural hills on a stunning and bright spring day that I wanted to stop, quit running,  sit down in the shade and call home for a ride back. But I ran on. A kilometre later, I walked for a second, drank the last sip of water, then ran on. And 2 minutes later? I
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Get the worm

Running seems to only make sense to other runners in the way eating worms seems to only make sense to early rising birds. The task seems dirty or ugly to outsiders. The rewards are fulfilling to insiders. There's a griminess and stench to the honest effort, yet there's also a beauty and colour in the