I just ran around Seward Park without stopping. This is a minor miracle. Granted, I was not fast. I wasn't even slightly fast. From a distance I probably looked like I was limping along. But I wasn't. I had 'running form'. And the sky was blazing with a sunset and the mountain was shimmering in the distance and the babies were all smiling and the ducks were quacking Beethoven's 3rd.
No, wait. I made up the last part.
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