In my younger days, I loved to run. Although it may be hard for you to believe it, I did. And I did win a few races.
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When I was a little boy, I always wanted to run. I loved competing with my friends.
When I was a kid, I was a pretty good runner, and there was nothing like winning a race.
I was always surrounded by expectation from the very first race I ran as a 5-year-old.
I raced supremely well. I felt I was as well fitted to do it as I had ever been, and as perhaps I might ever be. I went climbing three weeks before, because I was feeling fed up with running.
I'm a competitor. I really enjoyed the race more than just going out and running to run.
I've run a lot of miles over the years, some fast and some not so fast. I've won some big races and I've had some big disappointments, but I enjoy the freedom of running and the challenge of training and competition as much now as when I first started back in high school.
I love to run, and I actually run quite a bit.
I don't remember my first race, but I do recall various school sports days where I became way too competitive. We were seven or eight years old, and I had a very stern conversation with my relay team-mates about how crucial it was for us to win.
I ran track in high school. I was a fragile young man, personally and physically. I tried football. That didn't work out; I broke my collarbone. But I always loved running.
I have always loved running on the roads, ever since I used to take part in relays for my club when I was 12 and 13. I felt really at home on the surface.
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