A few weeks ago, while walking into the center of campus, I was thinking about how cool it would be to win the Boston Marathon. I dreamt of myself jogging along the cobblestone roads of colonial Boston and when breaking the yellow tape giving a wave to my family and friends. My fists were punching an invisible man, much like Rocky had before me, as I climbed the medal stand. It felt amazing
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