Every Sunday afternoon it was the same ritual. He would wake up, put on his sneakers and get ready for his intense practice. All he wanted was to run the marathon, and he knew that there was quite some work to be done in order to make that dream come true. His fellow co workers gave him a daily look of “poor guy, he still believes that he can make it”. Instead, they would just say: “YOU GOT THIS!”

But he was far from being foolish or naive. He knew what every single one of them were thinking. ‘You got this buddy!’ ‘Keep pushing!’

He never made it to the marathon. He felt that he was forever doomed by those three words.

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