I found about “runner’s high” training to be an amateur boxer in high school. Prescribed a few miles each day before school, the first few days of my regiment were drudgery. After a short while, my foot steps began to fall–one after the other–in a syncopated rhythm matching my heartbeat, achieving a peace I was able to mirror in the ring and throughout the adversity of adolescence. I cherish the lesson running taught me. To embrace pain and endure necessary monotony to see a later glory has since become my life’s journey and a favorite lesson learned.
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