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The wind was spitting in my face (at what seemed like 40+ miles an hour), my gait was off because I was trying not to fall on the ice hidden beneath a thin layer of snow, and my hands were going numb (my lips were already immobile). I could not help but ask myself, why am I out here?! As my run drug on, I had to keep battling with myself regarding whether or not I would cut my run short or finish the 6 miles that I had originally promised myself. As mile 4 neared, I knew that
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