I wouldn’t call myself a runner. When I picture runners I think of super athletic people who eat kale for fun, only wear workout clothes and always have some weird-looking health shake in their hand. It’s like they’re ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice and go on a 10-mile run no matter where they are.
That is not me.
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