Run People often describe runners as sort of smug. For instance, someone may casually slip in during a conversation, I’ve finished three half marathons. For me, that’s actually true. I did finish three half marathons. You wouldn’t know it to look at me because I don’t really look like a runner. I look more like the […]
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Someday Today
(TW: Eating disorders) “Don’t go in there!” I hollered after my fiancé, Paris, as he headed into our bedroom. He didn’t listen, charging in to see four piles of clothes on our bed at least as high as his head. “Making progress?” he asked. “I have a system,” I said as he walked through the […]
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(TW / CW / Idk exactly what these mean, but I know you put them at the beginning of a thing to warn people about upsetting stuff: eating disorders and exercise as self-harm.) I started running initially because I hated myself. That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. I was around 15 years old, the summer […]
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