For some reason, when I hear “Jog up to the track and run three laps”, I groan and complain, but when the coach tells us to WALK three laps through the hallways, my friend Jane and I end up sprinting the majority of it, talking, and laughing. On the track, it’s all panting, gasping, and trying to ignore the burning in your lungs and calves. I don’t know if it’s the perfect temperature, the material I’m running on, or just the pure enjoyment of seeing my classmates bewildered faces as I race freely through the hall that makes me enjoy running inside more than I like running outside.

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