So you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking; racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death… The wise words of Mr. Pink Floyd (or Roger Watters, most likely) were running in a loop through my head as I raced towards the finish line, in an effort to finish before the first rays of daylight.  But that’s much later in the story.

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