Running.
I ran once. I ran pretty far. Sometimes I would run so hard I would have to stop to catch my breath, except I would never really stop. I would get on all fours and crawl-run as if I were a bear until I caught my breath then I would keep going.
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I ran so much that cops would run with me during events. It’s beneficial having them along in that they always get a little bit ahead to remove obstacles in the way and watch out for you. I never really interacted with them otherwise.
That one run though, they didn’t clear the obstacles. It was the run at 5 o’clock-dark-30. The route turned from under the bridge to a running path along the water. There was barbed wire at the entrance of the path in two sections and instead of cutting it down and clearing it for me they instructed me to step over the first part, place one foot down then jump over the second part with the other foot and I could be cleared. They stopped and shone their flashlights so I wouldn’t trip.
Most runs they expect you to cross the finish line except I never did. I kept running into the morning.
