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Resilience: To Run The Mile

My feet hit the pavement hard. My breath is heavy. My chest, rising and falling. I can feel the sweat trickling down my back. I lifted my head up to look at the distance.

Miles and miles to go, I thought.

I’m exhausted.

But I can’t stop.

Not now. What awaits me at the end of all this is a place of freedom and rest.