The joy of running.
Ten laps every evening around an olympic-size track. Two and half miles. Sometimes running from the house to the track. From sheer love, from sheer energy.
Afterwards the warm feeling of contentment, of vitality, of health. Warm: the blood in his veins. Lasting hours.
The ridiculous energy of that boy.
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