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I went for a five mile run this afternoon. I ran in twenty degree weather, on paths that weren’t entirely plowed, and on streets that were almost deserted.
If you had told me ten years ago that, at age 29, I would be surfing, snowboarding, and running in the cold — for my own enjoyment, and not because anyone had a gun to my head — I would have thought you were crazy. And yet, here I am, doing all of these things that I never thought my clumsy, awkward, nonathletic body could do.
I don’t know when I turned into this type of person. But I’m really happy that I did.
