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I Used to Be an Athlete

I Used to Be an Athlete

It’s 6:00 a.m., and somehow, you’ve wound up on the racecourse once again. You watch the pink and orange sunrise, hear the stampede of runners (waiting to see if their hooves are going to be the thing that finally kills you), and shove a banana in your mouth, praying...