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... loop around the field perimeter.
Garrett stood at the start line with his tablet and his two remaining fingers on his right hand wrapped around a stopwatch that probably cost forty dollars and had outlasted three guilds.
"Four laps," he said. "One mile. Go."
We went.
I lasted approximately forty-five seconds at pace before my body filed a formal complaint.
The complaint included: my lungs, which had apparently been storing air as a courtesy and not becaus ...
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