It took two steps to get to the top of the podium. To wear my medal. To hear my song.
It took 29,808 steps to get to the finish line. Each becoming more grueling than the last. It required everything of me.
It took 1.98 million steps to get to the start line. Logging miles after long days. Early mornings running repeats up the hill. Sacrifices of time and comfort.
Everyone dreams of the podium. Some people know what it takes to race. Only those that sacrifice to put in the work before the start line can truly understand those two steps.
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