My Destination, Running is Medicine -AnnErika White Bird

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I could push my body to perform from the time I was young, racing against the second hand on my mom’s count. “Watch me! Mom! Mom! Time me from here to there!” I’d take off, dirt kicking up, gravel rocks under my tennis shoes. She would count and I’d race each race against my time; […]read more

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