As a cross country runner in high school, I always loved the beginning of a race. At the firing of the start gun, the herd of runners dispersed, releasing a quiet thunder of hundreds of feet striding over the grass-covered route. Supportive shouts from friends and family broke into the stillness of early morning. I felt weightless in my running cleats as I ran up and over hills and through patches of fall-tinged forests, sweat dripping down my back and immediately evaporating in the crisp air.
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