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#Vierapril
Day 17: Energy🔋
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Day 2772
Phantom Zelda
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Bianka Kéri and Gabriella K. Szabó 🇭🇺
2023 Hungarian Championships (Budapest)
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I want to run away.
To a place where no one knows my name.
a place I've never been, that I never knew existed.
an unfamiliar place I would call home more easily than any home I've ever known.
I want to run away.
Away from all the cruelties of my life.
Away from every mistake I've ever made.
From every wrong I've so desperately tried to right.
I want to run away.
from every person I've ever met.
Every pair of eyes that burn holes into my flesh.
Every voice I've ever heard.
Every touch I've ever felt.
I want to run away from it all.
-V
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꧁★꧂
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“When she applied to run in the Boston Marathon in 1966 they rejected her saying: “Women are not physiologically able to run a marathon, and we can’t take the liability.” Then exactly 50 years ago today, on the day of the marathon, Bobbi Gibb hid in the bushes and waited for the race to begin. When about half of the runners had gone past she jumped in. She wore her brother’s Bermuda shorts, a pair of boy’s sneakers, a bathing suit, and a sweatshirt. As she took off into the swarm of runners, Gibb started to feel overheated, but she didn’t remove her hoodie. “I knew if they saw me, they were going to try to stop me,” she said. “I even thought I might be arrested.” It didn’t take long for male runners in Gibb’s vicinity to realize that she was not another man. Gibb expected them to shoulder her off the road, or call out to the police. Instead, the other runners told her that if anyone tried to interfere with her race, they would put a stop to it. Finally feeling secure and assured, Gibb took off her sweatshirt. As soon as it became clear that there was a woman running in the marathon, the crowd erupted—not with anger or righteousness, but with pure joy, she recalled. Men cheered. Women cried. By the time she reached Wellesley College, the news of her run had spread, and the female students were waiting for her, jumping and screaming. The governor of Massachusetts met her at the finish line and shook her hand. The first woman to ever run the marathon had finished in the top third.”
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Delightful Liberation
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Always trying to spot a bird
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My friends and I were running through the house trying to catch The Crab Wizard. It was a perfectly ordinary crab, for the most part, except it wore a wizard hat and it had the ability to run really fast and jump really high.
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