I can't think while I run, and never understood what people think about. Sports in general clear my head, but don't give me time to contemplate things.
Most of the time while running I'm either... watching girls run, doing obsessive-compulsive counting of things/math, or singing a song in my head.
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Life is just blah, blah, blah
You hope for blah
And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah
And waiting for blah
And hoping you were right about the blahs you made
And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out
And you're surrounded by the ones you blah
Death shows up... anddd blah, blah, blah.
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