1700 Santa Clauses, 21 kilometers and 149 Things. I still can’t believe that a few months ago we are watching at all these running people with some kind of jealous and questions: Why?
- Why do they run?
- Why they are so happy?
- Why I’m too fat/busy/weak to run like they?
Now, running across a forest somewhere in Poland dressed as a Santa Claus and having a few hundred people the same like us before and behind me, I know the answer. Because we’re born to run.
But first things first!
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