All I see and smell is the torn-up mud and grass beneath me, all I hear is the thunderous pound of hundreds of feet, each wearing 6 small spikes, making contact with the narrow path on either side of my body. Somehow every runner
All I see and smell is the torn-up mud and grass beneath me, all I hear is the thunderous pound of hundreds of feet, each wearing 6 small spikes, making contact with the narrow path on either side of my body. Somehow every runner