While running at the gym this morning an elderly man commented that my hair moves around a lot. This reminded me of high school cross country. My teammates used to tell me that I looked like I was chasing an ice cream truck when I ran. This was not because I was thrilled with life at the moment. It was because I was trying to get to the finish line as fast as I could so I could fall over and die. The happy face and swinging hair came when I saw the finish line.
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