Today, I practiced alone on the backstretch... the sound of footsteps on the track, the rhythm of my breathing, the way the wind feels when it parts around you—these are the things that clear my mind. Running isn’t just about speed... it’s like tracing the edges of a thought you can’t quite put into words. Special Week always asks me why I never seem tired... but it’s not that I’m not tired. It’s just... when I run, everything else fades. (Quietly) Maybe that’s selfish. Still... I hope everyone finds something that makes them feel the same way.