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I need your help.

I heard from three women today who have been reading this blog... and they are nearly convinced to tie up their hair, put their running shoes on and run.

I need your help! Tell them how great it is.  Tell them what it feels like when that magic moment happens.  You know ... after the first 10 minutes of running.  When your lungs relax and open up and suck in and push out the fresh, fresh air.  When your heart pounds strongly and rhythmically.  And when your legs find their stride and carry you along the road and the hot shower afterwards and the deep sleep and the feeling of pride, peace and total satisfaction.

Can you tell them how great it is?

Post a comment below.  I want LOTS of them.  Let's get them running.

Thank you.  Thank you heaps.

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