I'm your favorite shoes, your piece of luck.
I'm your first stride, the second, third, and those that follow.
I'm the mountains, the gorges, the beaches.
I am nature, your nature, in communion with the ground you walk on.
I'm your rival, your best friend, your loneliness.
I'm the person you are thinking now, who encourages you to run, he believes you're crazy .... He may be right.
I am the rain, mud, cold, the sun which split the stones.
I'm the pain, the leg cramps, a dry taste in the mouth.
I'm that damn thought "I can't, I retire. "
I'm an incomprehensible force, I'm your limits, I am a worm that lives inside you.
I am the goal, I am the road.
Me.

Your goal, a dream.

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