I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been on quite the running streak lately. Most days this week, as a matter fact.
On a slightly related subject, every time I get about a quarter mile into my run, I turn around to see a figure in a black, hooded robe and carrying a large sickle, floating about 6 inches behind me. Is this that the “runners high” everyone keeps talking about?
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