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“Does the pain ever really stop?” His cheeks are pink from the weather. He unties his running shoes and wipes a tear. I think for most, no, running will always bring a type of pain. It’s not a glamorous sport. But that’s not his question, not really. I hesitate. “It doesn’t really stop, I think.” “But I can learn to manage it.” He finishes my thought, as if he had hit mile 13 that day and learned that changing his running form might put less pressure on failing muscles. Problem solve. Endure. Move. Move. Move. Somehow the moving makes the blisters numb, makes the monsters quiet. I nod. That’s my truth of it.
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