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I want to sprint into her open arms, but I run as fast as two shoes tied together and thrown over a telephone wire. I’m like Roger Bannister, now that he’s in a wheelchair.

I love running. I’m not into marathons, but I am into avoiding problems at an accelerated rate.

The race is long, and I am sprinting. If I ever see her again, I’ll probably be too out of breath to tell her I love her.

My love started the day I was born. If you run you can probably catch up. Remember, think marathon—not sprint.

If you’re a cannibal, an Olympic sprinter would be considered fast food.