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I had a dream last night. A dream of running.
A dream of running, and it felt good.
It felt free.
In my dream, my husband and the girls and I were about to run a 5K. He was going to stick with them and I was going to Run.
Run far and fast and free.
Run with purpose and speed and lungs filled with air.
Air-filled lungs and winged feet.
In my dream, running felt good and right and powerful. I welcomed it - the challenge, the distance, the pace, the speed.
It just felt good.
Maybe, just maybe, I am becoming a Runner.