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I like to roll it around on my tongue. I like the way it sounds, "Twenty". It smells like perserverance and tastes like determination. I like that Matt was there. He can verify it, because he's crazy too. I like the way it makes my calves hurt, the way it sent me through 3 plus hours of misery, glory, wretched pain and natural high. I like the looks I get when I tell people what I did on Sunday.

"I ran twenty miles." I like that it made my Monday morning fabulous, and my whole Sunday superb. Most of all, I like that I did it.