Hungry for Victory
I used to be a runner. Not a professional one, mind you, but a decent one. I ran for fun, for health, and for the thrill of it. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, the sweat on my brow, and the adrenaline in my veins. I ran every day, rain or shine, hot or cold, morning or night. I ran in races, in parks, on trails, and in the streets. I ran wit…