When I talk about running

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  Race day is this Sunday. I am giddy and anxious and also more curious than ever as to why I run as I do. Plenty of answers to choose from here: perpetually restless, a crummy team player, disinterested in sports and competing against others. Then also long legs and the preference for compulsions that don't give me cancer. Though, really, those are answers to one kind of why, and not the why that I mean. What I mean is something different. The only reason I'm a runner is that I'm also a writer, and they are mostly the same thing.