After I first got out I ran so much that I jacked up both my knees. But, I kept running on them…I’m talking 15, 20 mile runs. At some point it occurred to me I wasn’t running in spite of the injured knees, I was running BECAUSE of the injured knees. Some weird part of me missed the suck. I missed pushing through pain. I missed testing my mental and physical limits. I missed being miserable. Weird shit…but you obviously know exactly what I mean.

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