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Batman began again in 2005. I begin again in 2015. I could finally neglect my homework last Monday night; I coaxed my jogging buddy, lovingly known as Beef, to put down the eggnog and put on her tennis shoes;…

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After last week’s self-shaming, this had to be the week I restarted my running obsession. Feeling like a phony is my least favorite of the feels, so I told Features Editor Kelsey that I would run Thursday Night and…

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I’ve been living a lie, my faithful “Soggy” readers. As I’ve chronicled in my past articles, I, for lack of better words, jog. Well, at least I used to. Then I completed my first half marathon in 2014, a race for…

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Jogging, like soggy, is an ugly word. Like me, it owns its awkwardness. Sluggishness. Glottal stops. I prefer “jogging” to “running” because the latter suggests a smooth, slick action. And that’s not what I do. When I jog, my…

While a joke may have commenced my jogging hobby, a tragedy planted the seed that’d grow into my serious running habit. In the afternoon of April 15, 2013, I sat with some classmates in the back of my high…

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MARCH 6, 2013 It began as a joke gone too far. “Hey Hope!” I said to the girl stretching in our desolate high school hallway. “Ready to run with me?” After school, Hope and the other non-nerds of Barnesville…