You can recover from an injury and train for a race and complete it, even if you don’t completely believe you can.
You cannot use curse words. You can get a $50 fine (I did not).
You cannot speed on the highways, even by a few miles. You can get a ticket (I did).
You can hang out with friends for five days and it can feel like five minutes.
You can see snow at the beach.
You can drink beer after a race and never really know if you’re pronouncing it’s name correctly. (Yuengling; which, by the way, is made (I believe) in the home town of the fabulous Bre.)
You can spend five hours in a car with someone and not stop talking the entire time.
You can walk with your friends arm-in-arm to the starting line to keep warm, and then run off into the sunrise.
You can get over your fear of hot tubs.
You can eat and drink more in five days than you have in the last two months.
You can realize how great it is to have people that tell you you look nice. Every day.
You can be reminded how much you truly adore someone opening a door for you.
You can realize that renting a house with stairs is not a good idea for marathon weekend.
You can be lucky enough to witness someone making great changes in their life, and at the same time, see you have the power to do the same in your own.
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