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From Gimla, this is a fly-all.

I'm a manual Jochi.

So roughly every other morning, I wake up and I go for a run in the park.

Beginning workout.

I love running.

I also hate running.

But for years I've done it because when I'm in the middle of it, when I'm feeling exhausted,

I can say to myself, this is the hardest thing we are going to do all day, manual.

And it feels true.

The park I run around, Prospect Park, has this big, roughly three and a half mile loop.

And the toughest point of my run comes right near the end.

It's this infamous, windy, massive hill, uh, and scaling that fucker every time I run.

It gives me such a big feeling of satisfaction for having done the hard thing.

But in the last two months or so, something's been really bugging me on my runs.

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