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Happiest moments were when I was a runner. I'd put my running shoes on, put my walkman (I know I'm ancient) buds in my ears and just go. When my son was younger, he'd ride his bike along my spouse and I while we ran. Then I started running in 5K races and that was a blast, winning a few medals.
But alas, I severely broke my ankle ripping up vertically through the bone while slipping on ice when walking my dog. Hardware (metal plate) had to be screwed into my ankle. Since then I stopped running as the pavement pounding was too hard on my bad ankle. But I recently got a treadmill and can gently speed walk, so I feel like I'm getting some of those old endorphins going in my brain again.
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